Sometimes stepping outside the church for a while is the only way to figure out our faith. In my own journey, I went searching for refuge in the company of men who left me lonely and friends who pushed the boundaries of what I once held sacred. But that time away from the church eventually brought me to a place of intense disappointment. I felt disillusioned with church but even more disillusioned with churchlessness. St. Peter’s words echoed in my heart, “To whom shall I go? You alone have the words of eternal life.”