The Importance of Faith in My Life

I was raised Catholic, but sort of in a relatively lukewarm way. We usually went to church on Sundays. I never got confirmed when I was in high school. Out of guilt, I would make it to mass on Christmas and right during most of my time at NYU. And through meeting some incredibly generous and frankly, holy lay people in Las Vegas, I thought to myself that I should probably get confirmed. That was one of the first...that was the sacramental stuff that I took. Then the confirmation set me on fire even more than I already was.