It had felt just like every other Sunday. I had just gotten out of bed on my way to brush my teeth with the sleep crinkles still printed on my face. It was the same routine every Sunday. I was 13 years old at this stage and going to church wasn’t my idea of fun. We got in the car and the typical Sunday in Da Silva’s house began, or so I thought
“Tati your cousins are coming to fetch you,” mom said
My mom had been trying to convince me to attend Sunday school with my cousins but I couldn’t have been less interested.
We later that morning made our way to mass. I thought that I was going to be attending the same kind of mass I did every Sunday. I had no idea that today was the day I looked at not only religion but myself differently. The priest gave a sermon that has stuck with me for 4 years.
“The handle is on your side of the door” the priest passionately said, I didn’t know what this meant at the time but as I continued to listen I realized the message. I was never very religious and to me, I could go about my day quite happily not having a connection with God. Until that day …it was like he had flipped a switch inside of me and was speaking directly to me. It had felt like if he saying all the right words. It felt like the message was meant for me.
The priest explained that Jesus said, “If anyone opens the door, I will come in.” And notice who opens the door. Jesus doesn’t push His way in. He waits for you to open the door. The handle’s on the inside. And it may be that you have never opened that door. At first, when I heard him explain it I had just thought that it was a good message but the deeper I thought about it I realized how much it made sense. I realized that it’s okay to ask for help. That it’s okay to be vulnerable. That I was the problem, I didn’t have the connection because I didn’t realize the impact of what having a connection with God would do in my life. That the only way to engage is to open the door, that you have to take that first step and allow God to enter your life
Not only did this affect my life in a religious aspect but motivated me in my studies. I saw it as if I wanted to achieve something that I had to be the first to go ahead and start working for it. That I couldn’t wait for it to come to me that I had to take initiative and go ahead and grab it.
I remember turning 15 and my gran had said to me as I was walking past her kitchen that smelt like homemade bread “close the door on the way out” she said. Even though she was simply asking me to close the door it had reminded me of the just the day that was just “another Sunday”