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Hello everyone, my
name is Emily LeDonne, and I've been asked to speak to you today about
what church means to me. First off, let me tell you that I am not a morning
person. Like most teenagers, I like to spend my weekends sleeping, hanging
out with friends, and sleeping some more. So, why do I come to church
every weekend? It's not because my parents make me, although they do have
to roll me out of bed for 9:30 Mass.
I have not always been so willing to go to church, however. I have attended
a Catholic school, Sacred Heart High School, in Kingston, for my whole
life. I find that sometimes people have very strange ideas about Catholic
schools. They seem to think that the students walk around with Bibles
in their hands and halos over their heads. In reality, being forced to
take religion classes every day since first grade makes a lot of kids
really sick of religion by the time they hit their teenage-rebellion stage.
(That's what my mom says whenever we get into a disagreement- "watch
out! She's in a rebelling stage!") I went through my own rebelling
stage. I'd do anything to get out of church. I'd pretend not to hear my
alarm clock and take hours to get dressed. Then one day, a friend of mine
asked me to go on a summer retreat with her. I went for all of the wrong
reasons, and I planned to sleep through all of the churchy parts. Then,
one night, we had a candlelight vigil, with straight praying for the whole
night. I was not looking forward to sitting and trying to telepathically
connect with God. I thought going to church meant trying to beam your
thoughts into the sky and hoping some guy sitting on a cloud could hear
them. But that night, church became something very different for me. I
learned to appreciate the spirit of community on that retreat, and in
the many other faith communities in my life, both in my school and here
at this parish.
Slowly but surely, I became more involved in my church community. I became
involved at the peer ministry program at my school. Through this program
I helped to organize food drives, fundraisers, and school retreats. I
also became an assistant Religious Education teacher here at Sacred Heart,
and I loved the job instantly. The third graders I taught always made
me laugh, but they also challenged me to think about my faith. Often,
they had questions about God that left me stumped. My favorite was, "When
goldfish get flushed down the drain, is that like sending them to heaven?"
Another of my favorite experiences was becoming a retreat team member
for the sophomore Confirmation retreats. It was a little scary to go from
being a sophomore retreatant last year to being a leader this year. The
most enjoyable part of the experience was seeing the pure delight on the
kids' faces when I woke them up at 7 AM. I had flashbacks to my own retreat
experiences and how they helped me, and I hope that I made someone else's
retreat an eye-opening experience.
As I became more involved in my church community, I noticed that I also
began to enjoy going to Mass. I discovered that going to church never
fails to cheer me up. Whether I'm listening to the choir, hearing an interesting
sermon, or watching Father Crowley tap his
toes to the music, something about Mass is always uplifting. Mass is a
welcome break from the craziness of everyday life, and a time to forget
about biology projects, dance recitals, and the impending doom of final
exams. It lets me step back from my hectic schedule and participate in
something larger than myself. By joining in weekly Mass, I feel like I
am part of the entire church community.
There is a strong sense of community in our church that comes straight
from the Mass. It's great to come to church every week and see the friendly
people that come here. This parish has an atmosphere that is open and
welcoming, and every week I see how respectful and kind so many of the
members of this congregation are.
We see each other,
we celebrate Mass together, and we receive the Eucharist together every
week. This is why we all come to Mass: to celebrate our church's community
together. And that's why Sunday is one of the few times you'll see me
awake at 9:30 in the morning.
Thank you.
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