I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words I learned in Latin were, “Ad Deum” or ” To God”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”.
That was many years ago. Since then my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed