This week I was back in the library, feeding my book habit.
I got a bunch of books about Catholicism, because lately I’m wrestling with it.
I had a little time before work, so cracked a book about saints and sipped some iced coffee.
I felt ridiculous, because I had more books than I could ever read before they’re due. I’ve always been like this. As a little girl, I’d always emerge with a towering pile of books. I never could read them all, but I wanted the options. Some I’d skim, others I’d devour.
A woman sitting a few tables behind me approached with a smile.
“I saw your books,” she said. “I’m Catholic.”
Wow! So awesome.
“I am too,” I told her. “Not sure what I think about it lately.”
A little bit shy, I smiled and didn’t know what else to say. She nodded and sat back down.
About 10 minutes later, she came back.
“I’m going to my car,” she said. “I have a couple of books that might be in there on Catholicism, if you want them?”
Astonished, I just smiled and nodded.
She went to retrieve the books, and brought in two for me.
Only THEN did we exchange names.
I check out books while I’m questioning my faith, and connect with a total stranger because of it.
Turns out, she’s liberal too. Wow!
I invite her to sit down, and we chat in the way that only women can when they’ve just met. She goes to a Catholic church in town I’ve never even heard of, and we talk a little bit about our beliefs. She tells me that she has another book that I just have to read– she’ll bring it for me and leave it at the counter.
And again, I’m amazed.