This evening, while talking with The Man, I described it this way, and it just seemed to explain it perfectly (to me anyway).
My Catholic Faith was a gift or a present.
It was given to me when I was very young.
It was in a big box, with great wrapping paper, and a beautiful bow on top.
But it was set off to the side of the room.
Could I have the present?
What was in the present?
Tell me about the present?
Why did I get the present?
I was told...
You already have the present.
You know what's in the present.
It's a present.
Because I said so.
And then, recently, I
And now, I am learning about the present. What it is. What it means. Why it is special.
And, while I wish I'd been allowed to have the present to touch and feel and learn earlier, I am forever grateful for it.