Confession: I am not a regular church-goer. Though I am Catholic, I often find myself wishing I got more out of a Catholic mass. This is not an easy thing to admit out loud—or on a blog. But I wouldn’t want to make a habit of deceiving my readers by telling untruths. This statement, however, does not mean that I do not have faith. Nor does it mean I do not believe in God or His hand in things. I do believe. In fact, I can find God’s hand in the most beautiful places. In my children’s faces and in the faces of those people I love. I see God…