My next experience of faith was in college. One of my best friends lost his brother in a plane crash. I didn’t know what to do or where to go…something told me to go to the Catholic Church some of us had started attending occasionally in our third year of college. It was at night and the door was locked…I went over to the living quarters and knocked and asked if I could get into the church to pray because I figured that is where I needed to be. The pastor looked me up and down, probably thinking a college kid asking to get into the church at night in a college town…he declined my request. Well now what. Feeling rejected I walked over to my car in the parking lot and looked back towards the church. The moon was shining with some clouds passing by right behind the steeple…I looked with wonder and then I started to speak…
God, I don’t know what to do or what to say but please help my friend and his family during this sad time and this tragic event…help them anyway you can. I don’t know what I can do but I know you can help them.
It’s my opinion that this was my first real prayer because it had an attitude of belief behind it that wasn’t there when I would “recite” a prayer during church when I was younger.
What was it like the first time you truly spoke to God?