When I was in my youth I felt like I didn’t need a specific place to talk to God. I could do that in any setting, whenever I wanted to. I can still remember one very intense afternoon when I had that conversation while walking in the woods.

I still went to mass back then but I resisted it.  I was impatient during the service, often glancing at my watch to see how much of the hour was still left before I could leave and continue my day.

I’ve grown much wiser in the intervening years.

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