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Life Makeover for the Year 2017

Week 16 – May You Be Lifted by the Light

April 16, 2017

(from Easter, 2015)

This morning I went to church for the first time in years.

I’d been thinking about going to celebrate Easter and a last-minute invitation from a friend who wanted company sealed the deal.

Raised Catholic, I spent every Sunday morning at church with my family. We’d file in, one-by-one, all nine of us, and settle in a pew in the front of the altar so we could watch the priest as he said Mass.

Today, staring at the coffered ceilings, the stained glass windows, and the mighty arches overhead, I was transported back in time.

My body knew the rituals by heart. Stand. Sit. Kneel. Stand.

My mouth remembered every prayer.

I could feel my spirit rise as I listened to the thundering organ and shared in the sacredness of the ceremony.

When we sat down for the sermon, I stared at a young girl – maybe ten years old – sitting in a pew in front of me. She had long dark hair and she wore a pale, pink dress with a matching ribbon tied in a bow around her ponytail.

Wiggling back and forth, doing her best to sit still, I smiled as I remembered my own restlessness as a kid in church constrained by the fear of getting the look from one of my parents.

Watching her, I felt emotion well up inside me, bringing unexpected tears to my eyes. I lowered my head and squeezed them shut, unsure about what prompted this reaction.

I took a slow, deep breath and tuned in.

This is where my spiritual life was born, I thought to myself, the place that introduced me to the love of God and the belief in a power greater than my small self.

These are the rituals that formed the spiritual backbone that, to this day, support my life, my work, and my soul.

This may be where my love affair with beauty began.

I felt overwhelmed with gratitude for my parent’s commitment to instill in us a reverence for the sacred in spite of our resistance.

I’m sure we complained a lot about going to church.

It’s funny how things change with the wisdom and maturity of age.

Over the years, as my spiritual life widened and expanded to include the rituals and teachings of other faiths, I lost touch with my Catholic roots.

Today, it felt good to revisit them again.

At the end of Mass, something beautiful happened.

As I walked out of the church, the priest who led the service smiled as I passed by and, when my friend stopped to introduce us, he threw his arms around me before she barely said a word.

He hugged me tight and began to recite a blessing, asking God to fill me with love, to protect me, and to give me what I needed to continue making my way in the world.

I returned his embrace, a little stunned by his warmth and informality.

When finished, he stepped back and looked me in the eye. Then he started laughing.

“You get it, right?” he said to me.

I started laughing, too.

Yes, I get it, I replied, without a second thought.

My head unsure, but my heart and soul fully onboard.

God sure does work in mysterious ways.

Happy Easter to you and yours… may we all be lifted by the Light.

Video of the Week

Nature springing to life is the focus of this week’s video. You can watch it, here. Enjoy!