Ripples

It's been nine months since I returned to the Catholic Church. At that time, my immediate family had been distanced from faith for many years. So committed was I to rational secular belief that I had never taken my 21-year-old son to any kind of religious service.

Thus, my first Sundays at mass were spent alone. A couple of months later (and after much prodding) my son joined me at mass. A few months after that, the light of faith entered his world and he is now on his journey towards Christ.

Today, the first time ever, my husband joined my son and I at mass. A hard, logical man by nature, he was nonetheless moved by the sermon and scripture.

Quite unexpectedly, another first occurred: during our family dinner following mass, which included the company of my husband's brother, we shared a rich and sincere discussion of faith and purpose. It was the longest dinner we've ever had -- over 3 hours -- and the only one devoted to Christ and faith. In fact, the three men in my life are still discussing the virtues of works and service as I type.

The gratitude I feel to God for bringing us together is immense. A little part of me fears that if I enjoy this moment too much, it will be taken from me. Yet, I am hopeful for all of us that today's faith-filled evening is a marker of many more to come.

Tonights prayers will be filled with thanks.