I have been so blessed to be humbled by the places God has brought me to in this mission. And one of the most meaningful have actually been my home parish.
Every year, my family always participates in a pilgrimage to Teopoli – a retreat area where communities gather for the stations of the cross. 2 years ago, I had been blessed to do this in the Philippines. Just a few months ago, I had been blessed to meditate upon the stations of the cross in the places they happened in Jerusalem. And this year, due to a specific turn of events, I remained here in small-town Milton, ON.
I was so surprised to pull into the parking lot… it was more full than Christmas. But it was humbling to see that no matter how many parishioners overflowed the church, everyone kept reverence. It’s as if every single person in attendance (even the children) somehow knew what was going on, and my heart laid at peace.
Many people dream of the Holy Land. But what I believe and have witnessed to is that the Holy Land can be anywhere. It is wherever we bring Christ. And this Easter, I sat in peace seeing a piece of such a beautiful experience right where I am; HOME.