I prayed, as an atheist, after many years of never praying at all. It feels really awkward to pray when you feel like you’re talking to the walls. I was also going to Mass, mainly out curiosity. So my prayer was an experiment, to see if anything would happen. I prayed one thing, “God lead me to you.” I figured it was a good neutral experiment. I let go of any ideas that God did exist, or God did not exist, including preconceived ideas like not putting toothpaste back in the tube. I didn’t want these ideas to pollute my experiment. So I prayed, went to Mass, which became more of an excuse to pray, as it didn’t feel so weird and awkward as praying on my own. Short story is, God grabbed me and put me on the fast track. Faith is not something I am able to generate from myself, but one day, there I was standing with faith. Faith is a gift, that I couldn’t explain away or ignore.The Talking Heads verse was going through my mind often, “And you may ask yourself, how did I get here?”