Serving Christ and Connecting Catholics in Western North Carolina
The summer before beginning eighth grade, I landed my first job. For three months, I would serve as junior custodian at Fairview Community Center in the West Minneapolis suburbs. Day in and day out, for $3.85 an hour, I was charged with setting up tables and chairs for senior citizen lunches, sweeping floors, emptying trash and scrubbing surfaces (including endless, forever skin-shredding, room-length Venetian blinds).
When speaking of my faith journey, I have referred to myself, only partly in jest, as a “revert,” as opposed to a convert. A revert is a cradle Catholic who ventured off and then swam back across the Tiber, returning home to Rome and the loving embrace of Holy Mother Church.