It’s been a couple of weeks since the National Singles conference ended and some of us might still be on a high from the event. But before everyone starts talking about the next one, I thought it’s best that I share about my personal experience at this conference, one that really set my soul on fire!
I have been in the community for a little more than two years now, making this my second conference. The last conference impacted me in ways I could never have imagined and has transformed me from being a passive member of this community to being actively involved in every way I possibly can. Other than being a delight to work with, I can sometimes be quite overwhelming, like eating two whole packets of Oreos in one go. Delightful but overwhelming.
After attending two CFCI Singles conferences, one tends to draw parallels. I have to begin by mentioning that they both had their high moments and they both had their plateaus. I entered this conference already biased by the fact that the last one was that good and I wanted this one to be better.
I found that everything that took place on the first day was good, but nothing was exceptional. I came to the conference with an open heart and mind, listening to all they were saying, some of which I knew but had forgotten and there was some stuff that was completely new altogether. At the end of day one, I spent some time comparing the two conferences and felt that up till then the previous one seemed to have lit a fire in me while this one barely managed a spark.
However it isn’t always about how you start out but how you finish, and the same goes with the conference. A year ago, I found the same conference boring but it had been the last day that changed me, when the priest read out these words from the Gospel, “So Jesus asked the twelve, “Do you also wish to go away?” Simon answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go?” I learned my place, where I had to be, and there was no looking back from then on. These are once in a life time moments and expecting to go through them twice is usually asking for too much. And here I was, expecting it to happen again.
And then day three slapped me in the face, where I was told about the different ways we were not living out our responsibilities in and to the community. How we should work on improving ourselves, all of these hitting me like bullets. Finally, looking back, what I would call the best part of the conference, was the time I spent before the Blessed Sacrament. I have personally always been struggling with spending time before the Blessed Sacrament and this was another time I was convicted of the same. As we continued to sit in the presence of the Lord, all those who did not have the gift of tongues were asked to come up front, while those who had the gift were asked to pray with and for them. So many of the people attending, me being one of them, went to the front and earnestly longed to receive the gift. As I continued to praise God, I felt the spirit anoint me and I was blessed with this new gift which I then used to continue giving praise and thanks to my maker.
Overall the conference was an amazing experience and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Using this new found gift in my prayer time and at various other occasions has helped me grow closer to God and deepen my relationship with him; for like it is said in
Romans 8:26- “We do not know how to pray, but it is the spirit that intercedes for us with sighs too deep for words.”