I can tell you what happened today and how I got here. Some of you will not believe me, some of you will question me, but for those who do believe or are curious, people do not hesitate to reach out to me: proxoxie@gmail.com.
I was called to reconcile a broken relationship with a family member. In their bio on their social media, he had John 8:12 in his bio. When I was a kid, I used to ridicule people who put any Bible verse in their bio.
This led me to listen to the Book of John once again from that verse. I started losing my focus and had to repeat the chapter of John 10 over and over again until it clicked into my head. Finally, something stuck and it was the passage as follows:
Again, his Jewish opponents picked up stones to stone him, 32 but Jesus said to them, “I have shown you many good works from the Father. For which of these do you stone me?”
33 “We are not stoning you for any good work,” they replied, “but for blasphemy, because you, a mere man, claim to be God.”
34 Jesus answered them, “Is it not written in your Law, ‘I have said you are “gods”’[a]? 35 If he called them ‘gods,’ to whom the word of God came—and Scripture cannot be set aside— 36 what about the one whom the Father set apart as his very own and sent into the world? Why then do you accuse me of blasphemy because I said, ‘I am God’s Son’? 37 Do not believe me unless I do the works of my Father. 38 But if I do them, even though you do not believe me, believe the works, that you may know and understand that the Father is in me, and I in the Father.” 39 Again they tried to seize him, but he escaped their grasp.
I didn’t understand this verse at the moment. I am still figuring things out.
I am not Catholic by any means, I used to attend Catholic mass as a kid. I thought I should try it out again, so I went on a Friday morning before work. The verse we went over that day was for John 10:31. The same verse I was called to repeat over and over the previous night.
When it was time to take communion, I walked up to the nun and took a wafer back to my seat. I was unsure if we were all going to take it together or not.
When I finally realized that we were all taking communion at separate times, I broke my wafer in half and savored the sound of the cracker breaking. I then took it in my mouth. No one saw me do this, but I am unsure.
Later, the nun came up to me and asked me what I did to the wafer. I told her I ate it. She then accused me of pocketing the wafer, and the priest came up to me. I pleaded with them, telling them that it was my first time attending Catholic mass. The priest walked away, without forgiveness.
Some people in the congregation turned to me, but quickly turned back in fear. I thought to myself, this is not right.
When I walked out of the mass, I was greeted by a man sitting on a pew outside the chapel room. I had an affinity to him and was compelled to tell him what had happened. His name was also John and I told him that I usually go to non-denominational church, so I had no idea what I was doing. He told me that his brother got written out of the will for going to non-denominational church, and then he walked out of the building after me.
