Joe and I got married 12 years ago tomorrow. We were both only children, and neither of us were religious. Sometimes I'm not entirely clear about how on earth we ended up being Catholic parents of six kids, but I thank God for our lives every day.
I went to Mass at St. Patrick's here in Cedar Rapids, Iowa this morning. Whenever I travel, I am always struck by the visceral comfort it brings me that the Mass is the same everywhere. I know what to say, when to say it, and can participate in each ritual alongside people who live thousands of miles away from me whom I've never met before. No matter where I am, as soon as I go to Mass I feel like I'm home.
I used to be one of the people who'd roll their eyes at the #PPSellsBabyParts scandal. Here's why: lifesitenews.com/news/why-my-su…
Yesterday I gave a talk at church which meant that I got to spend time with Noe Rocha, the director of the RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults) class I took almost 10 years ago. He was once a bordertown heroin addict and dealer. I was a lifelong militant atheist. I like to think that together we're proof that no one is beyond the grace of God.
A shot of the group, including my mother-in-law, Yaya, who were received into the Church last night at our parish. The Mass was 3.5 hours (in part because of the long line of people to be baptized, which wound all the way down one wall and into the far back of the church), and we had a professional orchestra in with the choir. Amazing.
"What convinced ppl that Christianity was true was not Christians talking like it was true, but *living* like it was true." - @frmikeschmitz