Knock Research Paper

Knock. Knock. Knock. “Hide! It’s probably the church people,” my mom yelled. They came every Saturday at around 2:00 and we ran upstairs. At that time in my life I had absolutely no connection to God or knew anything about my religion. Like someone once said, “being Catholic is like a gym membership, you belong but you never go.” My parents and I went to church but we were not listening or understood what it meant; we went only to make my grandmother happy. But after my uncle’s death my mother turned to the church. Overtime I came to understand what it means to be Catholic and its teachings. Trying to be a good Catholic has made me more accepting, loving, compassionate, and non judgmental. My faith has helped me overcome tough times and it