Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved; for you are my praise.(Jeremiah 17:14)
I had been suffering with chronic bronchitis for the past 20 years. I never really enjoyed my childhood because I was perpetually ill and weak. I loved animals but could never hold them close as their fur would affect me. I performed poorly in school as I was kept at home most of the time to recover. I was always told that I was weak and unhealthy and thus I felt unwanted by my family. I was repeatedly told and made to believe that my sickness was hereditary and that I would have to live with this for the rest of my life. Even though I struggled with all this, I never thought of God during these times. I would never pray except when I needed something. Continue reading
Growing up as the youngest of 3 children, I was always teased about my weight, short stature and stammering speech by my elder brothers and friends. I slowly began hating myself because I began believing all the people around me.
By the time I reached 8th standard, I had turned into a rebel. I started using foul language and began insulting people who teased me. This began putting a strain on all my relationships. No longer was I able to communicate properly with people but on the contrary, I developed a great hatred towards them. I began drinking too, in an attempt to drown out my pain and hurt but to no avail. Continue reading
Many years ago, when I first received the sacrament of Holy Communion, I remember the priest explaining the parable of the prodigal son and ever since then it was stuck in the back of my head.
I attended an inner healing retreat organized by CFCI-Porvorim in May and on the very first day; the session began with this very parable, leaving me excited and in anticipation for what was to come. Continue reading