So on Saturday my Grandfather passed away. Yes, yes, very sad, but it was a relief, by the end he was virtually a vegetable. And since his wife died six weeks ago, he just gave up. So I'm sad he's gone, but also happy.
Anyway, today my mother, aunt, uncle, and myself visited the Church to organise his funeral service (tomorrow). The priest taking it I have some experience with: being the man who confirmed me, he would. So after everything was organised, we struck up a conversation, and I think it might have been what I was looking for.
For those of you who don't know, I've been clinically depressed for the last year, and I don't mean I've gone emo. I dropped out of school because of it, there are two large scars on my legs to attest to the self-harm I did, and I spent a night in hospital because the psychologist I was seeing feared for my safety.
What did we talk about? Everything. Religion, school, careers, current affairs, philosophy... we talked for about an hour and a half, and it was like opening my eyes for the first time. It's hard to put into words what I felt, besides from relief, and hope. I'm not a full convert, but I'll be going to Church this Sunday.
For months I've been searching for something to help me, to support me in what has literally been the worst year of my life. I don't really know what happened, but I think I finally found what I need.
On a side-note, we were talking about his experience training to be an Anglican Minister, and you have to be "approved" by about a dozen people. Long story short, they only take those who God has personally called. Anyway, he was telling me about this bloke who was in training with him. Now, this fellow said that Jesus had appeared to him - in Aisle Four of a Woolworth's supermarket. Needless to say, he was asked to leave.![]()




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