Behold, I am always with you, until the end of time. - Jesus
The Catholic Church reminds me of an old grandmother's old house. Paint peels from the siding, the front porch sags dangerously, the floors creak, and the roof leaks. An assortment of characters help take care of the place. Some are kind. Some are funny. Some are sick. Some are mean.

Anytime I want to visit she opens her door and invites me in. She feeds me delicious cookies and lends an ear to my problems. Her wisdom means more to me than that of any other. She radiates peace and joy. She tells me what's really important in life.
Still, when I have to go, I often find myself wondering: "Is Grandma there because the house is still standing, or maybe the house is standing because Grandma is still there?..."