He also felt a nagging tug, a pull toward something larger than himself. It was a bit odd, all things considered.
Not that he had rejected his faith. He’d just let it fade away.
“I got caught up in the world, and the teachings of morality in the Catholic Church didn’t really harmonize with that,” he says.
Then he read a few words that St. Augustine wrote around the year 398: “Restless is our heart until it comes to rest in thee.”
Read it all from the local paper.