In our path to Rome, we went through a period of studying the Jewish faith, attending synagogue, Torah & Talmud Study, and during that exploration I also learned that I had a Jewish grandmother.
Our path also led through a few variations of Protestantism, some New Age dabbling, existentialism, and much else that was common among our generation of the Sixties.
Through all of this we never explored Catholicism until the very end, after we had virtually given up on finding a faith that met our criteria of being clearly true.
I was reminded of this when reading an article in a noted Protestant theological magazine that was bemoaning the lack of a clear connection between the Word and the Eucharist—from a Reformed perspective—and I was struck that the writer, though appreciating the early church’s connecting them in their service, failed to note that Catholic’s (which is the early Church) still do so in each and every mass.
What did matter in our search through the religious chaos of the world is that when we came upon the truth, we did recognize it; having seen so much that proclaimed incarnate truth which, upon investigation, always proved not to be.