lights were turned off for the night. I brushed my teeth by the glow of my cell phone
and then promptly fell asleep only to be the last one up in the morning.
Staying up late and sleeping in like the rockstar I am was fun, but provoked this:
"Brittany, can I tell you something?"
BUSTED. I knew one of my roommates had to be bothered by my late
coming and awakening. We were at The Influence Network Conference -
holy loads of ladies everywhere and I was epically failing in the conscious
"Uuuuuh sure," I said bracing myself for a gentle lecturing on roommate etiquette.
"I've never met a Catholic who is a believer."
This roommate was so serious. So sincere.
She went on to explain that most Catholics she knew were just going through
the motions and were sadly void of a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
I just kept nodding my head, "I know, right?I know these Catholics too."
I was so happy to be the one standing in that void for her;
representing Catholics everywhere who do have a heart for Jesus Christ.
All the half-hearted genuflecting, fly swatting sign of the cross making,
zombie walking up to communion PEOPLE - I see you. And so do others.
I know so many Catholics who get their rosaries all bunched up when they
are asked, "Do you have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ?"
Most dismiss it with arrogant flair, "That's a protestant thing."
NO. That's a Christian thing.
So yes. Yes, to all who have ever asked me. I DO have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
And I'd say it gets super personal in the confessional and every time I receive
Him in the most precious body and blood at communion. Faith is my way of life.
And while we're on it, I was saved too. April 26th, 1987.
Baptized in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
Forever and ever, amen. And I renew that promise my parents made
for me as an infant EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Wear your faith on your sleeve, dear friends.
The world needs to see it.