Why do cradle Catholics fall out of the crib?

A Christian story about a cradle Catholic who drifted from the faith and rediscovered God while heading for coffee one Saturday morning.

Sometimes in life we continue following a path that has become familiar to us. The path becomes part of who we are, and we stop paying attention to why we are on it. When we get challenged by the fork the path is facing, we have to make some choices. This book is about the choices the author had to make concerning his faith

Bio I was raised by a Jewish dad and an Italian Catholic mom in Long Island New York. My mom came from a big Italian family and being Catholic for our family was automatic. Sundays had a special meaning, Church, and Mom's gravy. When I was growing up, I remember the Italian Sunday meal seeming to be a bigger celebration than the one at the altar. I never questioned it because the last thing I wanted to do was go to church. My mom made sure I did all the Catholic things she understood to be true and correct. I was baptized, made my first communion, and confirmation. But as soon as I could get out of going to church, I did. During my senior year in High School, I attended church for a very brief time. I wish I could say I was seeking God but that was not the case. I had a Catholic girlfriend whose parents made her go, so I went with her. Once in college, church became nonexistent to me. The last thing I wanted was God making me feel guilty for the sins I was chasing. I was running fast and hard, away from anything that resembled religion. In 1978 I moved to Chattanooga Tennessee, the bible belt of the south. Things were about to change God had been chasing me for a long time, and I could tell He wasn't slowing down. Today, my beautiful wife Michele and I live in Santa Rosa Beach Florida and attend St Rita Catholic church. We have 4 married children and 10 grandbabies. God finally caught up with me and I couldn't be more blessed.