The sun was pulsating all of its flesh burning rays on me during an unusually hot September day. The dew point was high enough that there was a never-ending sweat clinging to all parts of my body. The pink itza football sailing to me in a perfect spiral came down at the goal line. I took one-step back and caught the ball, technically about a ½-yard deep.
The opposing three players sprinted at me in their parochial school blues. I quickly assessed the situation and realized I wasn't going to get much help from my undersized, small for their age blockers. This kickoff return would be all me.
I took two steps forward to get the outside containment to angle in. I then sprinted for the left sideline. Pushing down one off my flatfooted teammates in front of would be two-handed tackler I was off to glory.
TOUCHDOWN! Catholic school 3 on 3 football at it’s finest. I was Billy “white shoes” Johnson.
I remember my vision then: I was going to be a football star. I would grow up, be a famous athlete and everyone would love me.
My vision was clear-cut when I was young and not clouded with the realities of the real world. As the years passed along with my innocence, the world began to obscure my sight. My crosses became too much for me to bare alone.
From the confusion of adolescence, heartbreak, unemployment and addiction, my life spiraled into a meaningless existence. I had 20/20 vision put could not see thru my cold blue eyes. My heart muscle thrashed, but with no meaningful passion. I was a spiritually a, “Dead man walkin.”
One night on a cloudy spring day (everyday seemed cloudy); I was driving by a Catholic Church in my neighborhood when I my soul heard. “You drive by but you don’t visit me.”
My car began driving that way home from work more often, and one day I stopped in to the chapel. I sat down and wailed, beseeched, and prayed for help. I was there during adoration of the Eucharist and didn‘t even know it. The church has the sacrament of adoration available and I had never even heard of this blessed gift before.
I began to meditate and pray on a regular basis.
As my faith, conviction, and mind becomes open to our Lord, my troubles seem trivial now and my goals and purpose have become clearer.
The vision of our Lord comes to me thru the Holy Spirit in my heart and soul. Strong spiritual prayer, confession, avoidance of sin, and trust in what your heart and the Spirit tells you. That is how my vision comes to me.
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