In the world of cradle Catholics and adult converts, groups that are often contrasted with one another and occasionally find themselves at odds, I belong to the little-known third category in between...Sometimes I felt as though my conversion was incomplete, awaiting some further grace or transformation. At others, I felt I belonged to a category of Catholics that used to be common in Catholic novels...the good bad Catholic or the bad good one, whose loyalty was stronger than his faith and whose faith was stronger than his practice, but who didn't want the change all the rules to make his practice easier because then what would really be the point?
