Day 10: Faith of my father -- and mother

I was raised Catholic and went through the questioning and doubt in college that's typical of many young adults. I stopped going to Sunday Mass, or would arrive late and leave early. I reasoned that all those Masses I had attended growing up had built up my spiritual bank account enough that I could risk staying away for awhile.

I go to Mass regularly now, have done so for more than 30 years. And I've found in faith a source of strength and comfort through the most difficult times of my life -- so much so, that I wonder what people who have no faith in anything greater than themselves do when they feel lost and alone.

As I reread my ramblings about wanting to get in shape, I wonder how much stronger my spiritual health would be if I paid it half as much attention as I do my waistline. Faith is a muscle, too. I let it grow weak at my own risk.