On this day, 21 years ago I was baptised and became a Child of the Father, a Temple of the Holy Spirit and united to Christ. I was 18 years old, did not fully understand what baptism meant - for me at the time it was a formality I thought I had to do so I could be Catholic. I was baptised in secret because my dad hates religion and so to keep peace at home I had to keep it a secret, this meant my own mum could not even come to my baptism.
I only had a few close friends present, my two grandfathers, an aunt, and my great aunty Anna who was my godmother - or as I called her in our family dialect, my Šontula. My baptism ceremony was done in the Croatian Church and most of the ceremony in Croatian by the priest, so not only did I not understand the meaning of what I was doing, but I did not understand much of the ceremony either. But the words of my Baptist aunt to me afterwards have always stuck with me “today is the first day of your new life”.
I have had a very dramatic and eventful spiritual journey in following Jesus and living His Gospel. From being new age/Wiccan before my conversion, then a periodic Catholic, becoming a novice with the Salvatorians, spending a period in the diocesan seminary, having a breakdown, applying for a monastery in Croatia and moving there only to find out there was a miscommunication and I would not be accepted, feeling so rejected when I got back to Australia that I decided to live an immoral lifestyle for many years, to now being the eccentric Bogan hermit that I am today. Throughout all my search for belonging, Jesus has gently been with me through it all, guiding me and calling me into intimacy with Him - even through my darkness moments of pain, rejection, loneliness and shame. No matter what, He called me and chose me as His, and instinctively I have tried to hold onto this in my own flawed ways when even I could not understand why I was still holding on! But He is always faithful, even when we are not.
As I was meditating on my past 21 years and the gift of faith I have received, I instantly felt in my mind the words from John 15:16 “you did not choose me, but I chose you”. Then when I checked the Mass readings for today for St Camillus and this was part of the Gospel reading for his feast!
Thankyou Lord for choosing me, weak as I am. I am a grumpy, impatient, passionate bogan wog and not most people’s expectation of a Catholic, let alone a hermit! But my prayer everyday is always “Lord, YOU KNOW I love you, but help me to love you more” 🙌💪🏻
Slightly rephrasing the words of St Francis of Assisi, I like to say that if God can work through me and I can change, then anyone can! You don’t have to be anyone else but you and the person Jesus invites you to be and become as you follow Him!
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