Parish Stories of Faith

Returning to the Faith

Rosemary Childress


I wanted to be a saint when I was eleven years old. I would go to the church during recess to pray. I carried good deed beads in my pocket. My dad even built me an altar for my bedroom to pray before every day. And then life happened. I had not been attending Mass regularly for a while. I had been struggling in my marriage and had abandoned my dependence on God for my comfort and strength. I attended a funeral at St. Anthony’s for a friend and was so impressed with the simple beauty of the church, and …