I’ve been told that women aren’t supposed to tell their age, so I won’t. However, I really don’t care if you know I was born in ’68 because there are lots of folks that haven’t made it this far. Age is a privilege, not a liability. There are other things I don’t consider a liability: I’ve been married to the same man for almost 20 years, we have six children, two dogs, a cat and (at the moment) eight chickens. I was baptized in a Methodist church, then went to a Presbyterian church until I was seven. For a year and a half I attended an Anglican school in Australia. After my folks divorce (and our return to the U.S.) I don’t think we went anywhere. I went with a friend to Baptist revival services at age nine and was saved. When Mom met Pop, we started going to an Apostolic Christian church. When they married we started at the Evangelical Mennonite church and were there until I married Nolan. Actually, we were still in an EMC church until we moved to Montana where Nolan pastored an Evangelical Church of North America congregation. We were there seven and half years when we made the most painful move of our lives–we left Protestantism and became Catholic. We confused a lot of folks, offended a lot of folks and found it hard to explain. This blog is an attempt to explain something deep, profound and life-changing without making anyone feel put on-the-spot or defensive. I just want to tell you that there’s a reason we’re Catholic and will never be anything else.