I've been wanting to say something for a while, but I didn't know where or how. A quick facebook status update? Send out a tweet? They didn't seem like enough. But do I really have an entire post worth of things to say on the matter?
Let's find out.
This crazy, wonderful, stressful, beautiful life is a fantastic one, there is no doubt. My children are an incredible blessing, potty accidents, ridiculous tantrums and all. My marriage, with its ups and downs (oh yes, there have been many of both) a true testament for me of Christ's sacrificial love for us.
And here- this place, this house, these friends, those animals, this life, none of this would have, or even could have happened without an invitation. An invitation that my dear husband, before he was my husband, extended to me.
"Come, meet Jesus" he said. "Come, know the Truth." "Just as I know I love you, I know this is Right and Good," he insisted. And I, the kind of person no one else would think to invite, accepted his invitation. With trepidation, with fear, clinging to my self-loathing like an addict clings to the very thing that will someday kill him, I went.
And the Lord changed my life.
Made my life.
Saved my life.
If you have ever heard even the tiniest whisper in the back of your mind, in the bottom of your heart, come. Ask. Find out more. Call your local Catholic church and ask about their RCIA program. If that feels like too much, ask someone at work. If that feels like too much, ask someone here in the combox. If that feels like too much, send me an email. There are no obligations, no mysterious rituals, nothing you need to know before you can start to know. And nothing to lose except that terrible feeling that Life is missing from your life.
You know when you eat something fantastic or see something wonderful, you can't wait to tell everyone about it? You feel sad that anyone is going through life without having eaten that fantastic food or seeing that wonderful thing? And you want to say "I know you've been eating margarine and margarine is fine, but trust me. Butter is the thing. You've GOT to try butter. Once you try butter you'll never, ever, ever go back to margarine. Trust me!". That's how I feel about the Church. The Church is my butter. Delicious, glorious, life-changing butter.
I want you to know the peace and love and joy that I feel. I want you to have it. It's like the best, happiest, never-ending party and I want you to be there. Yes YOU. Every one of you. So come. Eat the real butter. Know true joy.
Let the Lord change your life.
Make your life.
Save your life.
He's calling you right now. All you have to do is say yes.