Here I Am
“What do you want to be when you grow up,” my grandmother asked me when I was seven years old. “A nun,” I readily replied. At that age and for the next couple of years, that was what I romanticised I would become someday.
I obviously didn’t become one, but “the call” to do something, to do more has almost always been there. As a teenager, I took joy in doing apostolate work, giving catechism classes to the kids in the community my high school adopted; actively facilitating psycho-spiritual seminars for the marginalised youth; applying to the Teresian Association at the age of 16 (only to realise three years later that I did not have the vocation).
Decades later, soon after I gave birth to my first child, my husband and I participated in a parenting course run by Educhild (Education for the Upbringing of Children Foundation), and joined the core group of facilitators afterward. Along the way, both my husband and I became Cooperators of Opus Dei — I just celebrated my anniversary last 8 February.
Migrating to New Zealand 7 1/2 years later and missing the work we did at Educhild, I found myself “itching” to do something, to do more. I joined the Santo Niño Devotees Trust and find myself becoming more actively involved as each year passes.
With the season of Lent to commence this week, I cannot help reflecting on yesterday’s First Reading (which I happened to have been assigned as Minister of the Word to read at Mass). I may not have been called to a religious life, but as a Christian I am called to help spread God’s word and to serve him. So I aim to do so and will strive harder. I will answer his call.