I grew up Catholic. Every morning, rain or shine, the Franciscan nuns at St. John’s Catholic elementary school lined us up two abreast and marched us over to St. John’s church at the end of the block, where we experienced—each in our own way, I suppose—the mass. My experience was not deep; it consisted of satin robes and incense and Latin phrases we had to memorize and say on cue. My... Read More