My story…the conclusion
I ended my last post pretty abruptly with a description on my former perception of the Mass. Now I will fast forward to college. I am currently a sophomore at a university somewhere in the Deep South. My plan to return to the north immediately after high school was foiled by what I formerly thought was my crappy standardized test taking skills but what I know realize was God’s will. At orientation I signed up to be apart of the Catholic organization’s listserv, once again thinking that I would get involved in Church merely to meet new people and to find a group on campus that would have to tolerate me no matter how annoying and/or boring I would become.
Long story short, through getting involved with the Catholic organization on campus, I went on a retreat that changed my life. It sounds dumb. But that doesn’t make it any less of a reality. Because when you think about it, a retreat is a group of people, sent by God, to do God’s work. And God’s work almost always involves the conversion of souls, a conversion towards faith, hope, or charity. I realized on that trip, amidst the serenity of and perfection of nature, the subtle but powerful sense of peace that arises from having a personal relationship with God. And during adoration, I suddenly saw all the puzzle pieces of my life laid out and it all made sense.
What I’ve learned from my “Coming to Jesus” experience is that our personal plans are flawed, unlike God’s. I’ve learned that no matter how I try to logic myself out of my faith or whenever I stumble and fall into mediocrity, God is there to grab me by the tail of my shirt to pull me back. I know I’m on a Mission now. We are all on the same Mission. And we won’t be perfect. We’re people and we sin. But we must persevere. I once heard a speaker say that a true soldier is the old man who clutches his Rosary for dear life. He knows what’s at stake, and he’s fighting for it in the best way he can. So I challenge you all to do the same. Be the soldier you were meant to be.