Heart Matters
“being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6
This is my life verse. But there was some things the Lord had to orchestrate in order to get me to the place of being able to claim it as my own. As I share my testimony, my story of how I came to faith in Christ, I hope it encourages you to share your story as well.
I think (thank) my mom did a great job of introducing me to God. It wasn’t that she was a true believer. Fact is I actually led her to faith in Christ. But she did have a belief system: she believed God existed; that Jesus was/is His Son and One with the Father; and that we are to be morally good people towards others. That was my foundation. Those were the the stones that cultivated my consciousness and curiosity of God. I remember how as a young child of about 9 or 10 years old,I’d wake up on a Saturday morning, and walk (by myself) the 7 or 8 blocks to knock on the rectory door. I recall the two doors being very large, enormous, and intimidating. But I didn’t hesitate to approach them because I remembered the kindness and the smile of the one I went to see. I knew that “father” Al (as he was called) would always welcome my visit with opened arms. I can’t remember how many times I actually visited with him. Perhaps it was only once. But it left a lasting impression on my life and it’s always the place where my memory of my journey with God begins. I traveled to the rectory to see “father”Al because I had questions. I had met him while attending the church that adjoined to the rectory. I knew that I could go to him and he’d take the time to answer any questions I had. The nuns would call him to the front and he’d welcome me into the office off to the right. I remembered feeling as though the large brown leather chair would swallow me whole. But never mind that, I went there with a purpose-I needed to know all about this God. Who was He? Where did He come from? Why did He have to come here and die if He was going to resurrect and go back to where He came from? Why can’t I see Him now?!
Way back then my heart was desiring to know all about to HIM. I was drawn to Jesus. As an innocent child I didn’t question for a minute that HE was God. I knew it was true! Even back then I believe I had a sincere desire to follow and stay close to Him. (But there was much more I needed to understand-like my sin nature and how it separated me from Him). I remember my aunt Celestine bringing me a beautifully beaded rosary back from a popular cathedral in New York City. She taught me how to use it to pray. As a child I would spend many days setting aside time to pray my rosary. I had already understood the earthly principle of people pleasing and so I set about making sure I was pleasing to God. He was so special and I knew it, so I also wanted to be special to Him. I felt I had to do what it took to make that happen. In eight grade my private school held mass each morning one hour before class began. Guess what I tried to do every single school day? You guessed it! I woke up early and tried to attend mass. I was often late but I felt like catching some of it would be better than not attending at all. Many Sunday’s I walked my blind auntie Joan to mass. It was some of my fondest memories of my time with her. We’d talk the entire way there and the whole way back. So like I said, I was a pretty religious little girl who thought she had a good sincere heart towards God. God knew my heart better than I did and so He never intended to leave me to religion. Religion just wouldn’t do-no I was meant for relationship-with Him!