On November 1, 2013, I attended Mass with Father in the pulpit. This was the first time I felt a call from the Church. His homily said, “The only difference between you and the Saints in the statues in this church… the only thing that makes these people Saints, and not you, is that they trusted that God had made them as they were. Be yourself, and you will be a saint.”
The words made me weep. They were full of acceptance and mercy. They said that God loved me, God made me. God wouldn’t reject me for my failings, but wanted me to live with Him. He wanted to live through me. It’s a powerful thing to free a person from her shell. To make her whole. And I felt the call that day to be a Saint. For that, I must be Catholic.