Thirteen years ago, not long before my 40th birthday, I decided to become a Roman Catholic. My mum, dad and brother, all atheists, were astonished and appalled in equal measure. I had always had a sense of God, but no church that suited me. Now I had been to mass with a friend and felt at home there. It was that simple. The congregation all seemed a bit like me somehow. And I was fascinated by all the coordinated standing, sitting, kneeling, responding, reciting and praying. I wanted to be part of it.
Source: The Guardian