Working it out

A Degenerate Finds God, Part I
In case anyone cares, here is a little about myself. Like another blogger from New York, I am a Gen X revert. I had a very poor faith life growing up. I was made to go to Mass and CCD, until Confirmation, then my father didn't really care if I went any more. I had my religious education in the late 70's and early 80's, not exactly the golden age of Catholic education. Needless to say, by the time I was in High School, my faith life, was not exactly high on my priority list. I did have a brief period of religious excitement, when my brother became involved with some Pentecostals he met at work. They came to our house a couple of times and I got a very shallow and short lived faith. Towards the end of High School and early college I wavered between a general agnosticism and pseudo New Age dabbling. During all this time, I engaged in sins of the flesh regularly, increasingly deadening my conscience.

Sometime after my wife and I became engaged, we had an argument about religion. We both grew up Catholic. She still had some semblance of faith, I was more than eager to throw mine away. Shortly after this argument, I got to thinking about God, and I became acutely aware of my sinfulness and my need for something more. In one of those rare moments of deep soul searching, I mentally "called" out to God. I happened to have a bible handy at the time, and I began to read it. The words became alive and cutting. I had read parts of the bible in the past and had never experienced anything like this before. I had what I would later call a "born again" experience.

This is my first post.