I want to share this story because it was a major epiphany in my life. One day I was at Christmas Eve Mass with my mother-in-law and husband when then priest talked about how much he loved Christmas. He described himself as being like a child at this time of year, like a little kid, excited about all the decorations and gifts and fun. He even giggled.
But then the priest went on to talk about how he was not just a child, but a child of God. I don’t recall exactly what he said, but it touched me deeply to think about the idea that I, too, was a child of God. To know that I had unconditional love. That I had a loving brother after all! That I could be loved for who I am, just as I am.
My dysfunctional family of origin is probably a typical dysfunctional family. They did their best. They meant well. But I never felt that I was loved for who I am. Again, probably like many people, I was longing to know what love meant.
My epiphany of faith happened in a flash! It wasn’t that I reflected deeply or spent hours coming to this conclusion. I knew — I just knew — that I was a child of God and what that meant for me. God became real to me that day. God became Love.
Thanks be to God. And thanks be that I have a family of choice that also loves me unconditionally.