My friend was right, I certainly was not. I tried Zen meditation in my twenties but that remained an isolated attempt, although it lasted for about two years. Unfortunately it didn’t get me anywhere close to enlightenment. I lived most of my life as an agnostic, harboring a certain condescendence for religious practices. My upbringing had left me with a very poor image of the Church and everything related to it. The religiosity to which I was exposed as a teen-ager was only a parody of true Christianity. I wasn’t very lucky, in fact today I know that growing up in a Christian family and attending a Catholic institution can be a rewarding experience.
She used to tell me the story of her conversion. Her father was an atheist and, opposing his wife’s will, he refused to have their six children baptized. But at the age of twelve my mother decided to receive the Sacraments afterseeing the Devil materializing in the hallway, purple red and equipped with horns and tail.