The other day I heard from a childhood friend. Someone I hadn't talked with in years. She decided to get in touch with me when she found out that I was studying to become a deacon.
We knew each other in grade school, and the fact that I was moving towards some kind of official ministry didn't surprise her at all. She'd always thought I would. But she did have a question.
I thought about it for a moment. About all of the things that had drawn me to the Church. All of the questions that I'd had. All of the teachings that I'd wrestled with and prayed about.
But I didn't tell her any of that, or say something witty or creative. I just gave her my very unoriginal answer, the reason I became a Catholic.
"Because it's true."