Religion has me stumped. It wasn't always so. As a child, I attended Catholic school, went to Mass every Sunday with my family and accepted everything with faith. Just as the nuns said. "Who made you?" the Baltimore Catechism asked. "God made me," my classmates and I answered. The Trinity, a concept that should have been confusing, wasn't. I could see it as plain as I could see the look on Sister's face if we talked in church or failed to genuflect properly.