I didn't understand until I watched John Paul the Great's funeral. The thought that more than 4 million people could show up to witness and pay their respects just boggles my mind. The world has never seen the likes of it, ever.
Although I only saw the last hour I was overwhelmed by the grace and pagentry. The feeling of how old and traditional the service was. Without even being aware I realized I was crying. I wasn't crying for JPII he was in a far better place than I was. But, I was crying for me. I was crying for all Catholics everywhere who may not have realized until that day how great he was, how great he was for our church and how necessary he was for it's future. Something inside me awoke, a small nagging voice urging me to become more, urging me to a deeper faith.
I have since that day begun reading, saying devotional prayers (I never realized daily rosary could feel so good), I've even changed my radio to the local Catholic station. My role as a father has become clearer, my role as a husband is less of a burden. My role as a Christian Catholic is growing. I thank God because it feels so good!
I humbly ask for your prayers. I still have a ways to go I think.