When I visited my alma mater for the first time as a potential student. I didn’t know it was a Catholic institution. At my first class the priest walked in and we had to stand to say the Hail, Mary.
They had just gone co-ed and co-opted their name so no-one would know it was still a Catholic college.
Oh me, oh my, I’d done as much as I could to get away from the Church as I could and now I have to take four four courses in religion and theology? Plus. I was assigned an old and uninterested prof as my advisor.
I asked to change my major and advisor and we are still in touch decades later. He taught us incredible things in the classroom but made me think about my life and what I was doing with it.
It took a long time, after much volunteering and community meetings, then something came to me. It was a man I met a few weeks after 9/11. Yes, my husband of ten years. I became myself over the years so could accept someone in my life.
Fr. C is my savior. It took a while after I graduated and moved away to gain his insights, and I know more as I’m married and taking care of others. Someone is helping steer the boat and I know there are many people pulling in our favor.
With trust, love and commitment, Dee
Cooking with Dee 