So, have you ever had the feeling like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, at this time, for a reason? I’ve never been a huge proponent of fate or anything, but I do feel like we’re all here for a reason and occasionally that reason is brought up to us, front and center. And that happened to me yesterday.
I’ve talked a bit before how I’m converting to Catholicism at our local parish. I’ve really enjoyed the classes that I’ve sat through and the masses that I’ve attended. I feel very welcomed, and the people are really nice. Overall…a good choice!
Last night was another RCIA class. My sponsor is an older gentleman, C., who is 86. When I first met him, there was something about him that reminded me of my dad, so I was happy to have him as a sponsor. He’s an older guy, gruff, former Army…great guy. He’s just this sweet old guy. Last night, he told me that he had a doctor’s appointment that morning, and he had to take a memory test. Last year he missed 2 questions, this year he missed 5. And before he told me this, over the past few months, I’ve noticed how he had a lot of the same mannerisms (regarding memory) as my dad, who has Alzheimer’s. So, when he told me about the memory tests, I understood what the doctor was looking for and checking. And C. just looked so scared and nervous. And I realized, maybe this is why I have felt so compelled to come back to church now…to this church, at this time. And why I felt like C. was THE sponsor for me, even though I’d never really met the guy. I feel like my experiences in helping my dad deal with his Alzheimer’s was put to use to help C. with what he is going through in his life.
During the lesson, C. wrote me a note on a card. He told me that God gave him a gift, and that gift was me. He said that, even though I didn’t know it, these past few weeks I’ve been giving him a lot of support and he was so thankful for me. And honestly, I nearly teared up!
So, I feel like there was a reason to why I have felt so strongly to find a church, particular a Catholic church, over the past half-year. I feel like I was meant to be here, at this time, to meet C. and to be friends and support for each other. It’s pretty cool, actually!
Have any of you ever had that type of experience, like you were meant to be at this place for this reason?