So yesterday, I wrote everything I had to say and it's sitting on my desk ready to send to the Archdiocese. I'll send it in a day or two. I find that I don't even care what the Archdiocese does with it. It's the truth. It's there in black and white. It's my story, and I've told it. For me, that chapter is finished. I will no longer talk or write about it, engage in it, or allow it to dictate my actions or non-actions. It is really just finished.
Tonight I was at the Opening Night for Faith Formation in Avon.
The event was well-organized, people were invested, and kids were dancing and singing.
This new job as a Ministry Assistant is my safe little haven. I am free there. Free to serve. Free to share ideas. Free to think. Free to listen to the Holy Spirit. Free to act on what I hear. Free. Free. Free.
I really love it there. I loved watching the kids dancing in their seats when I was talking about a new way to celebrate our Christmas Pageant. We are doing a show, the likes of which Avon has never seen and will love.
I hope it will be part of the ongoing effort to both set their hearts on fire and to create the community parish every community needs.
I mean really, why aren't non-Catholics coming to the parish? We need Catholic parishes. The Catholic church educates, donates, and provides medicine to a large portion of the world. Why aren't we welcoming others every single day?
And the people I met? They are on fire. There are things happening every week at that church that I want to experience. If only I had mini-mes to send to the concurrent stuff.
This is a safe little haven, and I am so excited for where it's going and how I get to experience the joy that true service offers.