It seemed obvious, really. How could I ever have been so foolish as not to believe in God? What a small, miserable universe I inhabited before I found faith and, ultimately, the Catholic Church. Some people have grand conversion stories of when they suddenly felt God’s saving grace, or had an overwhelming sense of realisation while at their lowest ebb. Not me. My own story of coming to the Church is one of gradual realisation – from possibly not, to maybe, to probably, to undoubtedly.
This journey was partly based on the poverty of atheism, and partly on the poverty of the Christian alternatives. The atheist view at first seemed so simple: the universe as can be discerned through science, and consisting simply of what we can see and experience directly, without any of this inconvenient, superstitious mumbo-jumbo. Yet this still left many things unexplained.
