Hello, Moses and Mattie here!
Let's fast forward to Summer 2000. I am hiking with almost the same youth group on the road between Assisi and Rome. Our destination: Pope John Paul II and World Youth Day! We are so excited! That is when it happens; when I finally surrender my whole life to Christ. It is on the eve of our entrance in Rome, during a beautiful outdoor Mass that Christ visits me and I become all His.
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Two weeks later, as a senior at Franciscan University, my
roommate, Rachel, and I rent a house off campus. We are all grown up now!
Rachel is so excited about our beautiful “new” house that
she has to invite everyone she knows to come and visit. Which I totally
understand: who would not want to show off a living room with long, green shag carpet
and orange couches?!
One
morning she tells me that “Moses” will come over later in the evening. Moses?
Seriously? What kind of person is named Moses? Needless to say that I make fun
of it all day (Yes I have encountered Christ, but charity is still something I
need to work on…)
Moses does come over that night and I am not impressed.
Fast forward again, this time to a few days later, when Rachel decides that we should have a
movie night at our place on Saturday evenings. Moses becomes one of the
regulars and we start hanging out quite a bit. And as we got to know each other better we also grew to appreciate each other more. And soon, it budded into a deep friendship that evolved into love.
One night at a party, he asks me to go to our Fall Formal
dance with him, and I say yes (because of course, as you have guessed by now I
am more than just charitable towards him.) He also invites me over to his
parents' for Thanksgiving, the week following the dance.
1977 Bronco image: http://blog.hemmings.com |
On Thanksgiving morning he is set to come and pick me up for mass,
after which we would drive over to his parents. While getting ready, I am
rummaging through my drawer of unmentionables
(I love this word!) when something shiny catches the corner of my eye. Of
course, being a girl, I empty the whole drawer and pry out the shiny thing from
the side of the drawer (hoping that it’s a quarter or something; you know how
college students are so desperate for money!!)
What comes out is a beautiful miraculous medal, one like I had never seen before or since! (Truly, even after extended online searches, I have never seen one like it.) And I can
hear in my heart: “Go ahead, I have watched over him for you and now he is all
yours.” With the greatest love and gentleness imaginable.
Full of hope and thanksgiving (how appropriate,
right?!) I head with him to mass and then to his
parents' house for a wonderful and fun-filled Thanksgiving dinner where I meet
most of his family.
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That
evening when he brings me home, we kiss for the very first time! As they
say, the rest is history! (Except for that fine ’77 Bronco, which stills survives in
our garage!) And the medal? I wear it every day as a reminder of God’s care for us.
I get chills every time I hear your story, Mattie, about the metal!
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