The first few weeks after Patrick lost his grandmother, he went to daily Mass on campus and showed up a few times a week to a rosary group for coaches in the staff lounge. They were profound experiences. His grandmother felt close. God felt real. His life felt centered.
But as basketball season peaked and Patrick’s team surged in the standings in late January and February, his Mass and rosary group attendance became much more sporadic. It bothered him at first. Then it became easier and easier to do something other than head to the chapel or thumb his rosary beads.
As long as he went to Sunday Mass – an obligation for all Catholics – he would be OK, right? That’s what he told himself. He didn’t have to go every day after all. He was a busy man, with important things to do.