Didn’t ask for the role, but said yes to the calling.
I’ve just been elected as one of the leaders of our church’s special ministry. The group of lectors and commentators who read the Word during Mass, lending our voices so others can listen and reflect.
Didn’t expect it. Maybe this is just what happens after years of showing up. Years of serving weekday and weekend masses, whether it’s five in the morning before work or seven on a Sunday night.
It started as my way of giving back. A thank-you to the Lord for giving me the gift of gab and the courage to use it for something that matters.
Yes, it’s volunteer work. Yes, it’s pro bono. But somehow, I always walk away feeling richer.
Because what you receive in return isn’t money. It’s peace. Fulfillment. That quiet feeling that you were exactly where you were meant to be.
Every reading feels like a conversation with God. Every “Thanks be to God” from the crowd feels like an answered prayer.
Years later, I’m still grateful for the chance to serve.
Still tired sometimes but still showing up.
Still paid in grace.