Growing up, I was a good Catholic boy. In grade school, I was an altar boy, and I was in the parish choir. As a teenager, I attended a Catholic high school and went to Mass at least twice a week.
In my own way, I loved God, really wanted to go to heaven, and wanted God to help me in my life. But with the benefit of hindsight, my faith...
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