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Erethorn
Guest
As some of you already know, I’ve been taking steps to be admited into the Catholic Church.
I’ve been meeting weekly with the parish priest in a sort of RCIA or cathehesis.
These meetings lasted until three weeks ago, when the priest told me I was ready and asked me to look for him next week, after the Sunday Mass.
That Sunday (two weeks ago) he told me my written petition to the Bishop was approved and has returned to him, and therefore there was no obstacle any more to my entering the Church. However, he said he would contact me during the next several weeks, to inform me on the exact date, either before or after Easter.
So, this was two weeks ago, and I’ve been waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
However, because of various reasons, during these last weeks I almost didn’t pray (perhaps one or two times).
Today I managed to put aside a chunk of time and I prayed the Rosary. I’ve prayed the Rosary before, but it never seemed easy or very rewarding.
Today, for some reason, it all changed. I was able to concentrate on the mysteries, the Hail Mary’s flowed as if they were coming from my heart and not my lips, I was filled with love for The Blessed Virgin, Christ and His Father. I felt I wanted the prayer to never end.
As I was ready to start the fourth decade, I envisioned Christ being crucified, and I felt such an intense feeling of gratitude, and sorrow at the same time, I grasped the rosary so hard I was afraid I would break it.
And right then the phone rang. It was the call I’ve been waiting, the priest telling me I would be admited into the Church on Good Friday, after the celebration of the Passion.
I know it could all be dismissed a a mere coincidence. But for me, it is a small but beautiful sign from God.
I am so happy.
God bless.
I’ve been meeting weekly with the parish priest in a sort of RCIA or cathehesis.
These meetings lasted until three weeks ago, when the priest told me I was ready and asked me to look for him next week, after the Sunday Mass.
That Sunday (two weeks ago) he told me my written petition to the Bishop was approved and has returned to him, and therefore there was no obstacle any more to my entering the Church. However, he said he would contact me during the next several weeks, to inform me on the exact date, either before or after Easter.
So, this was two weeks ago, and I’ve been waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
However, because of various reasons, during these last weeks I almost didn’t pray (perhaps one or two times).
Today I managed to put aside a chunk of time and I prayed the Rosary. I’ve prayed the Rosary before, but it never seemed easy or very rewarding.
Today, for some reason, it all changed. I was able to concentrate on the mysteries, the Hail Mary’s flowed as if they were coming from my heart and not my lips, I was filled with love for The Blessed Virgin, Christ and His Father. I felt I wanted the prayer to never end.
As I was ready to start the fourth decade, I envisioned Christ being crucified, and I felt such an intense feeling of gratitude, and sorrow at the same time, I grasped the rosary so hard I was afraid I would break it.
And right then the phone rang. It was the call I’ve been waiting, the priest telling me I would be admited into the Church on Good Friday, after the celebration of the Passion.
I know it could all be dismissed a a mere coincidence. But for me, it is a small but beautiful sign from God.
I am so happy.
God bless.