When I gave God permission to do whatever He wanted in my life as a young Christian, I did not have a clue what I was saying but He took me at my word. While attending my first Mass with a group of fellow university students, I experienced an overwhelming sense of the Presence of God and a driving desire to receive the Eucharist. Right after Mass, I made an appointment to meet with the Jesuit chaplain and within six months, I had converted. I was even more surprised when Mary, the Blessed Virgin, made a home for herself in my heart, even though I did not believe in her. My heart and my logical anti-Mary mindset were at war for about the next ten years. I guess eleven years of Presbyterian Sunday School in my childhood had built a firm bias against Mary.