<p>My family originated in Mexico where the Roman Catholic Church is highly present in all matters either social, spiritual, economic or political. Early on, my family became disheartened by the corruption scandals that rocked the Church in Mexico. Upon moving to the United States, my parents left behind any vestiges of their religious ancestral lineages. I essentially grew up in an atheist household where my parents took turns in criticizing all religions and their "idiotic" followers. Darwin was our savior, and natural selection was our god.</p>
<p>We took pride in calling ourselves intellectual skeptics who would never believe in false religions. However, I felt a void deep within my soul that caused me to enter a severe depression. I realized then that my life was nothing. Day in and day out, I spent my life studying only to earn excellent marks. My mind wrapped around the world's intricate histories, nature's subtleties and the creative genius of mankind. Out of all of this knowledge, I realized that I had learned NOTHING. Who was I but another book smart know it all that felt intellectually superior to everyone.</p>
<p>I entered a spiritual quest to find myself. I explored numerous faiths and philosophies. I visited protestant churches, Muslim mosques, Jewish synagogues and Hindu temples. All the while, I avoided the church of my ancient forbearers: the Roman Catholic Church. I never felt spiritually satisfied by these spiritual visits. The protestant churches were far too unorganized and decentralized with hardly any concrete plans for the reunification of the Christian community. Judaism was initially appealing but I soon found it to be far too rigid. I quickly threw out Hinduism because I disagreed with many of its religious tenets. Islam was also appealing but I too found it to be a religion that was far too strict and the chaos within the Islamic community made sure that I would never convert to Islam.</p>
<p>After two years into this spiritual quest, I was about to surrender and just live my life in the vain pursuit of knowledge. Then, one of my good friends, who came from a similarly atheist family, suggested that I should join him at a Roman Catholic Church service. He had also been on a similar spiritual quest until he discovered his true calling in the Church. The church service astounded me. I approached the parish priest after his service and we talked for about four hours. Our talk ranged from the theological beliefs of the Church to Church history to the present day pedophile scandals that have plagues the Church. He was extremely sincere and the feeling is very hard to describe. Growing up an atheist, I had never experienced such a sense of relief, warmth and belonging as I did then. Naturally, I vigorously researched the Church and found it to be very hospitable to my spiritual endeavors. Obviously, Church history is loaded with numerous scandals and the Church is not a flawless entity but it is definitely the church that is most attuned to my spiritual needs and beliefs. I disagree with some minor Church stances and condemn the actions of Catholics in the Inquisition, encomienda, trial of Galileo and Martin Luther, Holocaust, Huguenot persecutions and the current pedophile scandals. However, I have found some indescribable trait of the Church that is almost magical. And that is basically my life story (so far).</p>