Speaking of which, my inaugural post is up--and it will likely be my longest on that site by far. It's a story, but not the usual kind of story. Most people tell stories about some adventure they or their friends have had when they've left home; or possibly a type of Odyssey in which they leave home and then have adventures trying to get back. Mine is a story about not leaving home--that is, my spiritual home--and indeed, it is the story of how I discovered a great treasure in the attic or basement of my ancestral home. Excerpt:
Every convert has a conversion story to tell: often it’s a very fascinating and even compelling story. Even the dullest convert has a tale to tell about himself which is filled with questions, discoveries, with intellectual adventures of sorts, and occasionally with “real life” adventures, a tale with its emotional highs and lows, one of drama and mystery and love. His tale is of a journey, if only an intellectual or moral journey, from his previous state of life and mind to his present Catholic one. I am not a convert, and so this cannot be such a story, yet still I think mine can be told as a long way of introducing myself. What is the conversion experience of a person who never formally converts (or reverts)? If the convert has a conversion story, then I might say that I have a non-Apostasy story, since I was born Catholic and have never left the Church.
If you like such stories, then go read the rest on the