I was sent to the Salvation Army Sunday School every week when I was a child – ‘to get me out of the house and give my parents some peace they said! They were not Christians, but were happy for me to go. I loved all the bible stories at and the singing too.
Once I’d left home at 16, I didn’t go to Church any more. Meanwhile, my brother Phil met a girl called Jane, and they got married. Jane was a Catholic, but didn’t go to church. Jane and Phil tried to have a baby for 10 years. Amazingly, in the following year, she did get pregnant, and their son Sean was born. They had him baptised in the Catholic Church, and the priest allowed me to be Godmother.
Shortly afterwards, very tragically my sister-in-law Jane died. I knew that Jane wanted Sean to be brought up Catholic, so I decided I would take him to church, and that’s what I did! Every Sunday I took the baby to Mass. I didn’t understand what was going on in the Mass, but people loved the baby, and were very kind and welcoming. Soon Sean began to walk and talk, and I realised I couldn’t explain to him what was going on in Church. I noticed a bit in the Parish Newsletter that invited people who weren’t baptised to come along and find out more about becoming a Catholic Christian. So I just turned up. In fact I felt excited at the idea of really belonging after of coming to Mass in this parish for six years. In the sessions, I found all the bible readings came alive in a new way, and I seemed to be getting to know Jesus as a friend rather than a figure in a story book. The people in the group were so encouraging, and listened to me too. They said my enthusiasm was catching! I was baptised last Easter. It was amazing. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.