The Confessions of St. Augustine and My Journey to Faith
As for every young man brought up in an Irish household, for me watching Notre Dame football on Saturday afternoon is practically a religion.
But that Saturday, in the autumn of 2000, there would be no Fighting Irish.
‘This time with an open heart.’
Instead, I found myself tucked away, in seclusion, in the basement of the Emory University law library.
Having just written a paper critical of St. Augustine’s Confessions, my professor, Ann Hartle, suggested…