Brothers & Sisters,
On a chilly night precisely one year ago I arrived in Virginia not knowing what the next few days were going to mean nor was I expecting anything. All I knew is that one of my most favorite human beings offered me a place to stay in his home and a little help in restoring my faith. That man, now counted among my heroes, heard my very long confession (it had been 18 years!) and celebrated the holy sacrifice of the mass for me. I felt welcomed, loved, and ready to listen to this voice in my heart. What I would experience over the next few days was nothing short of amazing, and for that, I am forever grateful to you, Father Mike.
Who would have thought that one year later I’d be sitting in church on Good Friday surrounded by the most astounding community I’ve ever been a part of? If you asked me last year, I probably would have answered that I wasn’t sure where I was going to end up. Tonight though? I felt like I was home, and that’s the most fantastic feeling.
It’s been an entire year of letting God fill my heart like never before. I know I’ll never be able to repay Him for the gifts he has given me, but perhaps if I keep working on it, I can provide him with something in return that makes Him proud and lifts those up those who most need it.
Thank you, my friends, thank you from the bottom of my heart.