Ever since I was in elementary school, I used to drop by my parish church to say hello to Jesus, whose body was the consecrated bread inside the tabernacle. I used to hope I’d also see the girl I had a crush on, in the same class with the same nun as a teacher. But the words of conversion fall on different ground.
I married a different girl, under different circumstances than I’d imagined. It’s amazing how life comes up with circumstances we never anticipated. It’s the way we receive the “fullness of life.” I’m not a bit sorry; it all was more exciting.