Unlike the question of Jesus to Martha (John 11.26), I was never asked: 'What do you believe?' until I reached my early 30s.
It may seem an extraordinary story, but I am not extraordinary. If this leads to others moving forward in their faith, then God be praised.
I was born in 1962 to good and sincere converts to Roman Catholicism. They did all the things that the Roman Catholic church asked of them. They baptised me within a few weeks of my birth, they brought me up within the discipline of regular weekly church attendance (spoiled on one memorable occasion by forgetting to put the clocks back!). I went to Roman Catholic primary schools while we lived in Worcestershire, and at home was taught stories of saints. I made my 'First Communion' in Harvington church - close to hidey-holes of recusant priests.
