I NEVER really thought about it until one day I was sitting in a church and wondered why it is I still do this.
I was born and reared Catholic, in a very Irish way. Catholic primary and secondary school, First Confession, First Communion, Confirmation.
I was an altar boy for the lovely Father Dudley, from Bantry, in that church beneath the high-rise flats.
We had holy pictures all over the house, including that one where the eyes seem to be always following you.
But it is a long time since I had that faith.
I have that religion, but I don’t have that faith. Long before all the scandals, I’d drifted away from believing the religion I was reared in.
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