The Christian Life Is a Journey of Healing
"Christ did not come merely to make bad people good. He came to restore wounded people to the fullness of life." For much of my Christian life, I believed the goal was simple. Avoid hell. Make it to heaven. I sincerely wanted to become a saint. I don't mean the kind of saint whose image hangs in churches or whose name appears on a feast day calendar. Canonized saints are extraordinary gifts to the Church, but that was never my ambition. I simply wanted what every Christian is called to desire: to belong completely to Christ. I loved Jesus. I believed He had died for my sins. I wanted to please Him with my life. So I did what I thought every serious Christian should do. I prayed. I went to Mass. I read Scripture. I confessed my sins. Whenever I failed, I repented, resolved to do better, and tried again. Yet beneath all of that sincerity was a quiet frustration. I kept returning to the same sins. The same reactions. The same fears. The same inability to love people the way ...