My pastor and friend Fr. Mario Arroyo
The road goes on. We either travel where it goes, or stand and wonder where it goeswatch it rowithout us. That obligates us to uncounted goodbyes in life. Tonight I said one to Saint Cyril’s of Alexandria Catholic Church.
Saint Cyril’s has been our family church home since before there was a home or a family. Tracey led me there in 1989. Over the 20 years that followed, every one of my babies was baptized there, three made first reconcilliation there and took first communion. My marriage was blessed there and I buried my wife there. I became Catholic there.
While saying goodbyes to the Pastoral Council members with whom I’ve served over the past eight years, I said if this were a decision made looking in the rearview mirror, there wouldn’t be a chance of my leaving. But, in looking forward, the needs of my kids dictate our change of church home.
Sunday we will officially become members at St. John’s and begin a new chapter in our family book of twists and turns. I wasn’t prepared for how sad this would leave me. It is another parting from the life with which I parted seven and a half years back. Another passage, a portal taking DaddyMom and his babies into what only He knows. We are not among those content to stand and watch. That’s why we walk this road in faith.