FIrst Call
I fell in love for the first time when I was six years old. Coming from an “unchurched but Catholic-on-the-books” family, I did not learn of Jesus until I entered first grade. I’m forever grateful to my parents for sending me to Catholic school, for there I learned of this wonderful person who truly loved me.
I could not help but love him in return, and in fact, I was so taken with him that as soon as I could more or less spell, I scribbled his name all over my school books. (I had a teenaged sister who wrote names of boyfriends on her books, so I knew how that was done.)
