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Living my dream

     I had this moment tonight. It was more of a surreal time stop. Have you ever been in a moment where you all of the sudden are seeing in a tunnel and the world starts getting really colorful and spinny? I had that...in front of 17 people this evening. And it was awesome!
     Tonight was the first night of RCIA: Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults. The journey one must take to become part of the Roman Catholic Church, and I am the director. Now, that may seem to you like I have dragged out a soap box, stood upon it, cleared my throat, and began preaching. You would be so far from the truth. I began this evening living my dream!
      The moment, 7 years ago, when I decided who I wanted to be when I grew up came, this night, to fruition. Her name: Becky Grossman. Who is she? The one I wanted to be. I began the RCIA program 8 years ago and fell in love with this Church. I fell in love with what this woman represented to me. She was the director of the RCIA program at Church of the Madalene, and I was a noone. I was just a 20 something who was seeking answers and trying to find my place in the body of Christ.
       That year I found my niche, my faith, and who I wanted to be when I got older. This year, at 29, I am living that dream. Granted, I am so far from where I want to be in the Church, as far as experience, but I feel so honored to be apart of the journey that people will take to find the treasure that I once set out to find and found. I could not ask for a greater opportunity. I am doing exactly what I wanted to do, so as I was standing in front of these humble people, I felt short of breath and on the verge of tears. 
        I mean...how could they do this for me? How could they allow me, of all people, to be able to do the one thing that I know God has put me on this earth for? Do they realize what they have done? Do they realize what honor they have bestowed upon me? Probably not. I know that if they expect perfection they won't find it within me. I know that if they are looking for earth shattering direction they will only be disappointed. But what they will find is someone who is ready to give their all. I am ready to give of my life blood for this Church and program...and at 29 I finally get the opportunity to do what I am called to do. Damn! I am so lucky!
      

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  1. Congratulations! I have worked with the RCIA Program at my Church for many years and every year is wonderful and exciting! Each year is a different adventure and a new learning experience! Enjoy the ride Alysse, it is a marvelous journey!!! God bless you!

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