The Real Presence. Scripture reports Jesus saying emphatically, “This is my body.” Not a symbol, but a reality. I realized as I looked at the elevated host the first time I attended Mass in the 1960’s that it was true. And that I had a new friend, reserved for my sake in the tabernacles of the world. No matter where I traveled, there He was.
Lourdes. Miraculous healings happen there. No explanation is possible. For those that believe, none is necessary. I was a February baby and my study of the history of the shrine, and of St Bernadette, overcame all of my objections to Our Lady’s role in the Church.
The logic of the economy of salvation. Everything fits together. And, as a whole, makes sense.
Apostolic succession. Grace passed down from Christ to us, person to person, through the laying on of hands–taken for granted until the time of the Reformation, and explicitly documented since. Make a visit to any of several web sites that document the apostolic pedigrees of your bishop. See where the laying on of hands goes.
Baptism. The empty soul, a vacuum, filled immediately and instantly with the warmth and the grace of God. A feeling I will never, ever, forget.