I have always been a Catholic but I walked away from the beauty of our Church, slowly falling into the trap of life away from God. For some reason I didn't remember the love with which He created me and that He embraced me as His own child at the day of my baptism. Not seeing His light, not being aware of His great love for us all, I walked away from His sacraments, from the riches of our Catholic faith.
Without too many details, I could compare my life to a lost sheep, drifting away each day from her best Shepherd, from His chosen flock, from the Father's house. I and my husband came sporadically to the Church, only to walk away again. I considered myself spiritually dead, yet Jesus still saw a spark of life in me. He never gives up hope, even if the soul seems to reject Him. He desired to awake and heal my broken soul and to show His face again to me. I had received Jesus so often in holy communion in the past, but He became a stranger to me by my free will because I chose this world over Him.
However, everything changed for me and my husband when I went on a 3 day retreat. The grace of God was so powerful and so overwhelming that Jesus was able to turn my whole life upside down and to show His face to me as a merciful Lover of all souls. I have never experienced such a tender touch as I did on the final day of my retreat. It was the Divine Mercy Feast, and it was the day of my rebirth. It was the day when God's love had the power to take away all my fears and sins, giving me in exchange His light and trust in His Divine Mercy. I clung to Him that day so tightly that nothing was able to take me away from His loving arms again - no sin, no doubt, no allurement of this passing world, nothing.
Like doubting Thomas, I was allowed that day to touch in faith the wounds of our beloved Jesus. My doubts were the reason for Jesus to reveal Himself to me in the most intimate way, in all humility, displaying all His love as He did for Thomas. He wanted to take all my doubts away and to transform them into loving trust in His infinite goodness and wisdom.
There are so many souls in this world waiting to be found and brought back to the Father's house and we all hold the great treasure in our hands, the message of mercy which the Church celebrates in a special way on the second Sunday of Easter. I thank St. Faustina for writing so much about God's mercy. Reading her diary is like reading a love letter from Jesus. A soul cannot help but fall in love with Him, with His Church, and all the Sacraments, which are so often taken for granted.
Thank you Father, for sending your son Jesus, thank you Jesus, for revealing yourself to us so gently and for bringing us back home. Thank you for bringing me back on the Feast of Divine Mercy. Help us all to see your goodness and to receive your love again as we approach the throne of Divine Mercy, the holy Eucharist, to receive you not only for ourselves, but on behalf of all those who still seek you. Bring them home safely.