morals - by Molly Mielke - Milky

Over the past six months, I’ve been going through the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults program or RCIA. I’m an anomaly within my RCIA group: I have no religious background, zero complicated feelings about the church, and a crisis didn’t lead me here. I just never bought it that everything around me could be explained by science and happenstance. Believing in God simply meant putting a label on my longstanding belief that there has to be something bigger than me — a belief I found evidence for in the face of unexplainably intricate beauty: a newborn baby’s bare feet, misty redwood forest in the morning, breath curling out of pale, frigid lips. Being around beauty has long compelled me to spread its selfless essence, it just took me a long time to learn what that essence was made up of. Which is probably why I felt so moved by the practices of Catholicism — the beauty of mass spoke a language I recognized but which had never been named for me. Gazing around at the sea of heads surr

Over the past six months, I’ve been going through the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults program or RCIA. I’m an anomaly within my RCIA group: I have no religious background, zero complicated feelings about the church, and a crisis didn’t lead me here. I just never bought it that everything around me could be explained by science and happenstance. Believing in God simply meant putting a label on my longstanding belief that there has to be something bigger than me — a belief I found evidence for in the face of unexplainably intricate beauty: a newborn baby’s bare feet, misty redwood forest