When I started my course I was very kindly given a day off along with my day up at the Angel (most of my fellow students aren't as lucky) and it was originally intended for rest...yeah...not so much today... At coffee after Mass this morning I was comenting to a lady I know that nothing interesting ever happens to me. My life is seriously dull. She warned me not to tempt fate...
Now I should probably put these in chronological order as that would make sense. But, I'm a nut job and the bit that happened this evening is a more interesting anecdote if you're not me...which you're not so...yeah.
So I was walking my dog (as you do) earlier when I noticed a poilce car in our road. Our part of town is quiet and uneventful, so I took notice...and marched in the opposite direction. (Haven't done anything illegal, I just didn't want to get involved in something that could be potentially messy.) As I got to the end of my road (which is less than 100 metres) a police van came tearing round the corner. With a little drop of paranoia seeping into my brain I kept on walking...and kept on checking I wasn't being followed... So for, ooh, ten minutes or so nothing interesting happened (yay!) and then, as I was turning back sirens began to blaze. Two police cars hurtled off the Guildford Road at an awful speed. At this point I decided, "sod being careful, I want to see what's going on" and dragged an unimpressed dog back down the Hills Farm Lane.
So I get to Meadvale and see the two new cars parked up, minus the coppers. There's a little connecty bit where Meadvale and my street, Somergate, overlap with houses (confuses the postman no end) and it happens to be the fastest way for me to get home. As I walk up I see four police men, three of which are in full riot gear with shields and everything, lined up in front of a door shouting at the person inside. (Another police woman was standing behind talking on her radio wotsit and another chap was talking to the residents of a house two doors over.) I ploughed on, thinking my presence would be more of a hindrance than a help (sounds like a normal day lol.) And after that it all kicked off.
Dozens of coppers flooded our street, checking gardens and converging on this one house. There was lots of shouting (asking the woman inside to drop her weapon!!!!!!!) and I saw from my bedroom window that they were trying to break in through the back door. After a few minutes the smoke started. And the police men stopped asking for her to come quietly. Before you could blink they were inside opening every window and a fire engine was called. I don't know what happened after that, but two ambulances were parked at the end of Meadvale. I hope no one was hurt.
Now as exciting and frightening as all this was it was not the most exciting part of my day. But it's only exciting if you're me.
I met with Father Terry today to once again annoy him with various questions (he's ever so good, answers everything he can and is very patient with me) and after that we talked about where I wanted to go concerning the RCIA. Now, I think I have a vague idea...lol. I cannot describe how much I want to be baptised and received into the Church. It's something I want more than anything. I've never known such peace since I've finally answered the call from God and tried to form a relationship with Him. It's such a wonderful feeling. Attending and participating in Mass is such an awe inspiring experience, I don't know how to explain it. I just love it. Completely. More than I could ever say...or type... Even when it's hard, even when everything seems impossible it's still amazing. And to become a member of the Body of Christ, for me the longing I have for that is just...indescribable. And I find it so humbling that of all the things God can do He has called me here and wants me to be a part of it. Little, insignificant me. And faith is such a wonderful gift, I want everyone to have it, to know what it's like. But anyway, back on topic...err...yes, Father Terry said earlier that he has no objection to my going through the Rite of Acceptance. Thought my heart was gonna stop when he said that. Tried very hard to contain myself. I'm so grateful he's allowing me to do this. In fact I can't remeber if I said thanks...can't really remember what I said...hmm...well, thanks Fr. T! You have no idea how much this means to me!
It's not until January but I can't wait. I'm gonna be unbearable over Christmas... I've still got a long way to go, but it's a step in the right direction.