He is an enthusiastically Catholic priest with an amazing story of conversion. What makes you think he doesn't?
He calls it a story.
... You kept saying it seems red to you, it seems like it seems red to you, you believe it is red, you believe that you believe it is red, and so forth. Not once did you say that it is red. - Raymond Smullyan, An Epistemological Nightmare
I read that in Douglas Hofstadter's, The Mind's Eye, and it has always crystalized for me the point that professions of belief are confessions of doubt. True belief is transparent. When you look at a pen on the desk, you don't think, "The light entering my eyes indicates to me that there is a pen on the desk", you think, "there's my pen". People recognize this and look with wonder and envy on the true belief that children have in the fantastic.