The Michigan Catholic
May 9, 2014
An unchurched student at MSU in 1974, I realized that the Resurrected Jesus of the New Testament was alive. He had counted the hairs on my head and penetrated the hidden recesses of my heart. He existed. He was wise. He loved me and had a wonderful plan for my life.
Flush with a convert’s zeal, I ran back to the Catholic Church who had baptized me as an infant and trained me for my first communion. The priests at the MSU student parish were pleasant, generous men, more emotionally mature than I was and very big on community. At times they seemed to almost parody themselves racing about the student parish singing “Up, Up with People.” They were big, very big on building community.