There’s something I’ve been wondering about for a little while. I was priviliged enough to convert to Catholicism a few years ago. I remember I had been reading, and thinking, about it for quite a while when one night I felt I was ready to commit to the decision to join the Church. I knelt by my bed and prayed… I can’t remember exactly what I said but it was telling God about my decision.
Then I got into bed and a couple of minutes later I heard little noises coming from outside, so I went over and peeped through my curtains and I could see fireworks in the sky. By the way, it was nowhere near New Year, or Nov 5 (which is when we have fireworks in the UK) so it was very unusual to have anyone doing them, especially where I live which is really rural… and I remember I just felt SO happy:), because it made me think straight away about that parable of the Prodigal Son’s return and how when one lost sheep comes back, there’s so much rejoicing in Heaven! I felt it was God’s little way of welcoming me… telling me He was so glad I’d come home!
Partly I’m just writing to share this as it was a beautiful moment for me; but partly, I wanted to ask whether it seems almost ‘childish’…or even wrong… to interpret it in this way? I know there would have been some more prosaic reason behind the fireworks as well, but is it ok for me to think that they were also a little ‘gift’ from God… it certainly did strengthen my decision that much more, and make me feel loved and special… so whatever the actual significance, it was good for me :). Any thoughts on this type of thing? Thanks… sorry if this is a bit on the long side.