Disclosure: This post contains affiliate links, meaning I may earn a commission at no extra cost to you if you use my link to make a purchase. I often feared Him, constantly feeling His vigilant eyes on me. In my mind’s eye, He was an old man with a flowing white beard, His hand gripping firmly around a weather-beaten walking stick. And he ruled over the world from a brilliant golden throne. How and where did I perceive this image? In my catechism class, among other wide-eyed little urchins like me. We hung on to every scolding word that seemed to hurtle out of the teacher’s mouth like a raging…