I am a “Cradle Catholic,” and my mother claims that my first word was “Jesus” because she often took me to daily Mass. As I grew up, I began to question my faith and drifted away for a few years after I left home. I felt a great void in my life and finally realized that I needed the Catholic Church and the comforting rituals and traditions. The more I practice and learn about Catholicism, the more I fall in love with it. Here are a few reasons why.