When I was 37 years old, I was received into the Catholic Church. In Newmarket, at the Easter Vigil, the ceremony on the eve of Easter Sunday 1989, I was baptised, confirmed and given Holy Communion. The baptism was pure JOY, as was the communion, but the Confirmation passed me by a little, coming so close to the baptism as it did.
Years later I realised its significance: I was given my Mission. I was sealed with the Holy Spirit, which 'blows where it will' - little did I realise on the night that it would lead to Peace and Reconciliation and The Little Sisters of Joy.
'A prophet is not known in her own country' said Jesus. So sometimes the going has been tough. But we are a global family and this makes the going easier, over and above my own personal travels, because I feel a lot of support from you out there.
I comfort myself in those moments of reluctance with the thought that all the other people confronted with conveying a message from God have known fear, and poverty, and dryness of spirit and have prayed:
'Hide me in the shadow of your wings
till the storms of destruction pass by.'
Onward and upward!
Shalom from
Sister Gila
1 comment:
I felt that the build up to Confirmation was the most important part, the preparation lessons when you learnt what it is all about. It is like lots of occaisions, when the great day comes it passes in a whir!
Love B
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