Bizarre but blessed

I did something totally bizarre yesterday. So bizarre that I have no clue as to why I did it...except that I was truly hoping for transformation of the heart and I was letting God guide it all.

I messaged my ex- to say thanks.

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Why is it bizarre?

It is beyond my own comprehension because we have not been contacting each other for so long.

How long...? ..I don't know, maybe five, six years?

If you remember, he is getting married. It is a small world; he is marrying my classmate.

Gerald shared the story of their getting-together: In a nutshell, they got together last year after a reunion set-up unintentionally planned by Gerald and Jeremy.

You know, the way Fate ties people up is bizarre.

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The last I saw him was when he passed me a birthday present one year after we broke up.

I never really shared the story of our break-up and I don't intend to share it either. But all in all, we broke up because of a difference in personality.

Which is a legitimate reason to split, isn't it.

But that aside, I messaged him to say thanks...primarily because it striked me....

He was the one that got me started in the Catholic Faith.

The one who got me to where I am today.

You see, I used to be a Buddhist/Taoist. I followed my parents' faith. I didn't know much about it, except that we offer incense and fruits and flowers. And we go to temples.

I don't know much about the fundamentals of that faith. Maybe that is why I dropped out finally.

I was highly resistant against Christian friends, because I dislike how many (note, many, not all) of them succumb to the use of peer pressure to get people to attend their Church.

Anyway...

Yes, he started me on my faith journey. Somehow. And I am glad.

And when I thought deeply about it, I should really say thanks...

Simply because if it weren't for that introduction to the Catholic Church, I wouldn't have the desire for more pious partner, someone who can initiate me more in my faith.

And if not for that desire, I wouldn't have met R.

So really, the way God plans events can be quite...unbelievable.

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We had a Lectio Divina session last night during RCIA.

I remember the priest. I think R and I attended a session at the seminary before.

Yes, that is how rooted in the faith he is. And I am glad.

After the session, we prayed for the deceased Miss Low who died in the Mumbai attack.

Really, like what the Priest mentioned...we, as individuals are all inter-connected. Somehow.

Thank God for friends.

Thank God for love.