I wasn't raised in a religious home. I was raised in a very dysfunctional home (watching my mom get beat by my dad on a regular basis if things didn't satisfy him or we kids made too much noise, it didn't matter...we were raised in fear). I couldn't wait to get out of the house. I held that baggage for a long time that I was to blame. I got married and my husband left me for his "first love". At that point in my life, I needed something to hold onto, to give me a reason to continue living. My sister was my best friend and helped me a lot, but she was several thousand miles away. Someone invited me to go to church with them...I went...I felt, for once "at home". I went to a Lutheran church at the time. I then attended a Catholic retreat for divorced, widowed and separated individuals. I again, felt someplace where I belonged. I soon met my DH and he was a craddle Catholic. After we were married and moved to SLC, I became a Catholic, too. We go to mass every Saturday night. I have been very lucky with the pastors & priests. Every priest or pastor I have had, has been keen on social justice and "practice" what they preach. I know there are problems with all religions. But, for me, I needed something to hold onto in my life....