"Revert, revert!"
-- said to me by a woman at a Marian gathering when I shared about my return to Mass Rewind back to August of 2000. My husband Michael and I had searched long and hard for a church home. In the last seven years, we had attended services at several Assembly of God churches in San Antonio. In between these services, we occasionally attended Catholic Mass. Without Michael's knowledge, I had made a personal decision that my own spiritual double life had to end. One evening as I rested against the oak tree in our front yard, I told the Lord that I no longer had the energy to keep up my spiritual two-step. Though the day had been a typical South Texas scorcher, I didn’t feel overwhelmed by the heat. I felt prayerful and melancholy. I had a lot on my mind. My daughter was almost 9 years old and she had not made her First Communion in the Catholic Church. Despite our worship at the Assembly of God Church, Michael and I had felt compelled to have our son receive the sacrament...