The selfish part of me mourns death--the ending of something. The Christ in me celebrates death for it is the passage to resurrection. My father died on 21 December 2016 and I can't find it in me to be sad. In dying, my father taught me accompaniment. Oh I thought I know already what it meant to accompany someone, but as my dad lay in hospice care, saying nothing, I learned how to be present on the deepest level I know --in God.
I read scripture, not to learn anything, but to open my heart to God's WORD. What an AMAZING experience. I played some of my sermons for my dad to hear and I was opened to God like never before.
This part of the journey has allowed me yet ANOTHER glimpse of God's Grace, Mercy and Love. Thank you daddy for the lesson in dying. I am indeed grateful.
A Look Inside My Search
In a search for answers to the woes in my life, I found God. The truth that lies in knowing God for myself, placed me on a quest for peace. While on this journey, I have discovered that there are others seeking this truth also and that I can help. I have a Doctor of Ministry degree from Catholic Theological Union, not to rise above anyone, but to better serve everyone. I am on a journey towards peace, speaking truth that opens people up to God.