She answered, "You know, there really wasn't. And the reason is because I did not feel like what I've done is that much of a departure. They had taught me to live a life of love. They taught me to put love first. To do the right thing. To be a good person. and all I had done is found the source of that. I had simply gone to the source of everything they had ever taught me. So when I saw them in the pews, as I was getting up to receive my first communion, I just thought: this is the fulfillment of everything they've ever taught me to believe."
I remembered when I had to fill up all my paper works for the baptism. Since I was baptized at the age of 10, I had to ask my parents permission in the form of signature. I did not dare to ask for my dad's autograph, for I know he would not be happy with my decision at all. I turned to my mom and she gladly signed it for me.
I remembered all the arguments that I had with my dad, simply because I was "too" active in the church and ended up going home late (as in later than 9 PM) sometimes. But despite of that, I remembered all the mornings when I had to go to church by 5:30 AM for my altar service duty at least once a week and my dad would get up and drove me to church without any complaints whatsoever.
Is it worth it? It is priceless. The sacraments sustained me all through good times and bad times. As Jennifer puts it,
I can't tell you the joy that has come with the sacraments. I mean, I walked out of the confessionals and I'd think, "I can't believe that this is free!" Like being able to receive the Eucharist, and go to daily mass, and go to adoration. I mean, it's just... The joy is indescribable... It's like the foundation of my soul has been paved with joy now.
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