Let's start the journey with what was in my head at nineteen years old. I went to Catholic grade school, but it never really was a serious part of my life. However, I could never understand why there were these stairsteps to the Father in Heaven. I reasoned it out like this; Hmmm, there's priests, bishops, archbishops, cardinals, and the pope. Why wasn't it just God, the Father and me. At this point, I did believe in God, but I hadn't thought that much about Jesus. Well, at nineteen, I was in college, but never really dated much, so when a friend said, I know a girl who would really like to go out with you. I thought, yea, that would be great! We enjoyed going out roller skating on some dates and the others, we enjoyed a night out dancing. After many, many dates, things began to get serious. Now, we were headed into some heavy duty discussions about believing in Jesus as your Savior, God, etc., etc., Our talks began with my future wife saying, "Well, w