In September of 1996 I resigned my ministry as a Protestant pastor to enter the Catholic Church.
It was a decision that was easy for me to make in that I was convinced that Catholicism was true and that the Catholic Church was my spiritual home. It was a decision that was nearly impossible to make in that I understood the implications of that decision. I knew what it would entail in practical terms.
This was beautifully manifest, shall we say, when three months after leaving the ministry I was waiting tables at a restaurant in Encino. I was standing in the kitchen folding napkins and thinking about Martin Luther when I suddenly heard someone screaming. I looked to my right and saw my manager standing in the doorway literally screaming at me to fold the napkins faster.
I remember apologizing, cranking up the speed and thinking to myself, What the hell have I done?