Like most people, I never thought I did wrong, nor that I was a sinner. I didn’t even know what sin was. At the age of 23 I had never been taught anything about God. All I knew was that some people believed that He created us and that if we don’t do what He told us to, than we’re going to go to hell. Thanks to my girlfriend at the time and her family, I began to learn about God.
I would go with her and her family to Mass every Sunday, but just to go. I didn’t understand the majority of what they said in church, in fact I didn’t even listen. As Mexicans they were all raised as Catholics. I, in turn, was raised with no real faith at all. My mother was never “religious,” nor did she teach me anything about God. So at the beginning I didn’t want to know anything about religion, because in school they had taught me that God doesn’t exist and that I am just a really lucky monkey with a big brain.
My girlfriend Johana always told me that if I wanted to be with her than I would have to be Catholic, because she wanted to get married in the Church. My response was that I didn’t want to get married anyway. But one Sunday while she was at work, I decided to go to Mass alone. It was there that I felt God’s presence for the first time. It was the first time that I actually listened to what the priest was saying. But it was not what they said that impacted me, it was a feeling that “woke me up.” I felt a calling from within—in retrospect I realize it was the Holy Spirit at work within me—and since that moment I decided to convert to Catholicism.
I began attending RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults) classes, which is sort of the rite of passage into Catholicism. I had been taking the classes for a few months when at the spur of the moment we decided to move to Los Angeles. Well actually her family decided they were going to move and I wanted to tag along, but before I could she made me get permission from her parents. We felt sure of everything since we both had good jobs and we were both able to transfer. I was working from home as a web designer and she as a sales associate in a high-end clothing store. It was her parents that weren’t so sure. Her father had been out of work for six months and they had sold most of their belongings with the hope of starting fresh in California.
The Promised Land
We faced many problems as we arrived in LA. First, the people who had invited us to stay in their house—all seven of us in one bedroom—grew tired of us fairly quickly. We had come under the impression that they had a rental home lined up for us and job opportunity for my girlfriend’s father, but it was clear that those were empty promises. I found a two bedroom apartment and we lived much better there. I had to start the RCIA classes all over again, but this time Johana joined me because she wanted to receive the sacrament of confirmation. We were a small group of six or seven people, but we really liked the sister who was our catechist. After being baptized, confirmed, and receiving the Eucharist for the first time, I felt… the same. We even had a party since it was also my birthday and I drank way more than enough. I didn’t change my mindset or my lifestyle, because I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong.
About six months later we began to grow closer to the Church. We regularly attended a prayer group and we really enjoyed the singing and dancing. One night in the group they asked, “who has fear of losing their job?” Obviously I, the American with the good job who earned good money, was the only person who didn’t raise my hand. I was secure in my job because I was always told by my co-workers that they loved my work. The same week I was on the phone with my father and he asked me the same, “are you secure in your job?” Again I respond, “of course.” It seems I was a little arrogant, I’m sure. The next day I was speaking with my supervisor about a project we were working on, when he casually mentions, “Oh… we need to talk, me, you, and someone from human resources. We are experiencing a reduction in force and they told me I had to let someone go, and I chose you.” I was speechless, probably because I was so “secure.”
After I hung up the telephone, I began to cry. But something made me fall to my knees and I told God, “Thank you my Lord. I know there is a reason for this. I know that you want me to be humble and that you will give me a better job than this one.” This was the moment that I decided to truly follow Christ.
Since that day in February, I still haven’t found another job. But I have found God and His Church. He has taught me so many things. I am starting my own business and it’s not easy, but I also now have more time with my girlfriend. I love what I do and even though I’m not earning as much as before, I feel richer than ever. Not rich in money, but rich in love, faith, wisdom, understanding, and much more.
We have had many problems between us, with family, with neighbors, but with God as the center of our relationship, family, life, and everything come out fine. Thank the Lord we are getting married in August and every day I give thanks to God for the changes He has made in me. I give thanks for the transformation He has made in my life and now I can say I am “secure.”