This post is a little late, but hey, I am on a mission to at least make a post a day. I haven’t hit my goal, but I don’t want to miss another day of not having one. This week was incredibly long, yet short at the same time. I don’t even know if that makes sense or not really, but it is how it went for me….. work drug on forever, and the time at home seemed shorter than normal.
Today was also an anniversary day in the Catholic Church, because two years ago today a new Pope was elected. That got me thinking about anniversaries and how we mark days that are important to us like that. We try to remember those moments because they held a special meaning to us for whatever reason. Anniversaries are usually used for wedding days, but they can have other meanings behind them as well. But, I got to thinking, why do we do this in the first place?
For starters, I think it is so we can mark the times when things significantly changed in our lives. Weddings, big change. Starting a new job, big change. I know I mark the day that I decided to become Catholic as well. It was not today, so no coincidence with the Pope, but still, I mark that day. It was the day that I made a huge change in my life. It was a day that I finally knew I felt comfortable somewhere, and for someone with depression, and who has had to deal with being somewhat of an outcast most of his life, that doesn’t happen often. I will never forget it, and that day will always be in my mind. It was the first Sunday of March in 2001, but I would not actually become Catholic until many years later, in 2009. Yes, it took me that long, and I questioned every step of the way before going to RCIA, and even to this day I question and test my faith. I actually felt at peace in a Church that day. If you have never been in that situation, you don’t understand, but I hope that one day you will. It is a sense of being still, yet feeling movement through you at the same time. I can only describe it as peace. I can not explain it well, but that is what happened. I felt at home, even thought I was in a small chapel on Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas. I feel that way when I am in Church, no matter where it happens to be.
I can only thank God for putting me in the right place at the right time to experience it. I pray that anyone reading this will be able to have that same feeling and experience, no matter what religion you may find. I will keep praying it will be Catholicism, and if you want more information, I would be happy to share. (my email is on here somewhere…). You never know, you just might like it.
Ok, everyone else is asleep, so that is my queue… goodnight!