very moving. After saying the rosary now every day for a month and reading this I feel moved to go to Mass tomorrow for the first time in over a year... long story. But I was remembering a Good Friday service I attended in 1972. My new husband and I were house parents in a fraternity but pretty hard core hippies at the time (I've traveled a long way) One evening a friend of a friend knocked at the door and asked if we could shelter someone. We said yes. He stayed in the dorm. After being there two or three days he shared his story. He was a devote Catholic who had been convicted of treason and had walked off the farm so to speak. After he told me this, we went to the Good Friday service and sat next to a police officer wearing his gun. I have never experienced anything like it since. He then left on a Greyhound bus and I have never heard what happened to him.
No doubt, Father will be pleased to know that his story moved you to return to Mass. It truly is the Greatest Gift our Lord left us.
But I was remembering a Good Friday service I attended in 1972. My new husband and I were house parents in a fraternity but pretty hard core hippies at the time (I've traveled a long way)
Ditto :-) I too was married in 1972.
He was a devote Catholic who had been convicted of treason and had walked off the farm so to speak. After he told me this, we went to the Good Friday service and sat next to a police officer wearing his gun. I have never experienced anything like it since. He then left on a Greyhound bus and I have never heard what happened to him.
This reminds me of a similar story from one of Marcus Grodi's guests on The Journey Home. The young Canadian man was a biker. He LIVED to feel the wind rushing through his hair and traveling the US. To support his lifestyle, he sold drugs that he kept concealed in the lamp of his bike. He too ended up on a bus and met two other men. During their trip, they exchanged stories and, like a bolt of lightening, the biker rediscovered God. At the next rest stop, he tossed the drugs down the drain, reached into his pocket and pulled out enough money to purchase some crackers for the remainder of his trip home. Sitting back down on the bus, and quite thirsty, he prayed - 'Dear Lord, it would be good if I had something to drink right now'. He became aware of a brown paper bag next to him on the seat. Reaching inside, he pulled out a can of soda, raised his eyes to heaven and said something like "you act quickly, don't you?"
After returning to Canada, he joined an Evangelical Church for a few years and eventually rediscovered his catholic roots. As time passed, he felt 'called' to serve God. He is now a Ukrainian Catholic priest!