What I find love most about the Catholic Church -other than my belief in the salvific power of its sacraments - are its deep-rooted traditions. As a 30-year-old husband and father, I find that I've grown up in a culture without moorings; change is the only constant.

The beauty of antiquity permeates the older Catholic things - classical parishes, traditional music, heirloom vestments, the old Latin Mass - these things create a feeling that is almost maternal. It reminds me of the visits I made as a child to my grandmother's house. Though we moved a lot, her place was always the same, smelling of black coffee and southern cooking, with the plaster bust of the Sacred Heart in its nook above the fireplace and the row of rosaries hung from nails along the side of the mantle.

The feeling of stepping outside of time and entering something transcendent is always available at a traditional Catholic parish. It's something that I've fallen in love with, from the smell of the incense to the sound of the chant. It's home.