Before joining CFCI I didn’t really know how to pray. I wanted to, but I didn’t have anyone to guide me. I used to treat God more like a shopkeeper. I would only turn to him to ask for favours, and even if I would pray a little, I felt I was doing God a favour.
While I was in Goa, I was shy to pray in front of family or anyone else. Even when I would go for retreats I would never be able to close my eyes, but I would laugh at the others praying. If anything would go wrong in my life, I would end up blaming God for it and felt it was useless to pray. Continue reading
What if I told you that God was calling you to pack up, leave everything and everyone you held dear and move to a completely foreign land?
Would you do it? Continue reading
I was raised in a closely knit family, where we were what the world considered a good Catholic family. We attended Sunday mass together and prayed the rosary daily. My parents joined the CFCI Community when I was very young. Even at that age, I could definitely sense the change in our family. Eventually, my sister joined the community, too, and I saw a major transformation in her as well. I could hardly wait to see what the community had in store for me. The moment I completed my intake camp and joined the Youth I was blessed with such zeal and love for both Christ and the community, and I knew then that there was no turning back because Christ had captured my heart. Continue reading
On this day of consecration, either fast, give alms, or offer a votive candle for the good of another (or all of the above); do some spiritual penance and approach consecration in the spirit of mortification. Continue reading