I love Christmas don't get me wrong. All the fun and festivities in the fall and winter will always have a special place in my heart. Yet, this year I think Easter is finding a special place in my heart. The weather is warming up, the sun shining, and those Carolina blue skies.
All lent I was reflecting on what I can do to point myself toward God. I leaned into him and learned to trust a little bit more. Then we entered into holy week and spring break for me. I felt this stirring in my heart as I was at mass on Holy Thursday, I felt like I was home. It was so fitting for this holy week because this is the time of year when others come into the church and find their home as well. Even though I have been confirmed since high school - I had this sense that I was finally entering into the church as well. Solidarity, sisters.
My whole faith story is a long long tale for a different day. But long story short, I have been searching and trying to find my own way in the church, my own community, my home. Not living in my youth group days or parents shadow at the parish I grew up in.
The church I found has been so much for me. It is a center city Jesuit church which speaks to my service heart in so many ways. I have joined a bible study and found community with the young adult group there. It is so different in many ways from the church I grew up in. And yet, as Catholic is universal, it is the same. Home.
To all those who found new life in the church this weekend, welcome and congratulations. Happy Easter. He is Risen indeed and His mercies are new every morning.
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