After months of spiritual reflection, I was officially "welcomed" during the Rite of Welcome, the next phase of RCIA, yesterday. I had my college advisor/professor, Tom Schick, by my side as the church learned more about me and I received a blessing from the priest.
What I loved about this ceremony was the very purposeful opportunity to stand before a church and inform them that I'm on a spiritual journey and to ask for their prayers and support.
I've spent a little time reflecting on where I am today versus where I was a year ago. And in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I'm so thankful for God's steadfast love and patience. He allowed me to rebel against Him and try to do life on my own, yet welcomed me back into His arms and love when I was ready.
So, while yesterday was a welcome from the Church, it is also symbolic for me that God has welcomed me back as well. It's amazing how fluid things go when God is in them.
Right now, I'm in the right place. I just need to work on the prayer life. That is one block that hasn't been lifted for me. But this journey isn't over. Nor will it be until the day I die.
