Coming Home to the Catholic Church

For years, the Mass felt.. flat.  I didn’t understand it, didn’t look forward to it.  My mom always asked us to join her, when we were younger, we were obligated to. I sat, stood, knelt, and left. Sometimes I would count the minutes. When I left home, I did not attend Mass anymore - for decades. But something changed when I returned to the Church with open eyes and a willing heart.  I began to study what the Mass actually is , the  re-presentation of Calvary , not a reenactment, but a living mystery.  Heaven touching Earth. I realized that I wasn’t just watching a ritual.  I was standing at the foot of the Cross with Mary, offering myself along with Christ. The Fiat Faith (@thefiatfaith) | TikTok Now, I try to arrive early.  I read the readings beforehand.  I ask God to show me something.  I even take down notes during the Homily and some insights I have all throughout the Mass. And I offer everything, my fears, hopes, work, during the Offe...

A reflection for you to think about when you cook your next meal. The soul, like a good meal, takes time to prepare. It’s not instant.  It’s a slow, sacred process, one God Himself oversees. He begins with the raw ingredients: our brokenness, our hopes, our past, our potential.  Nothing is wasted.  In His hands, even our wounds become flavor. Faith is the base, the flour in the bread, the stock in the soup. Without it, the soul stays flat and unformed. Scripture is the recipe, God’s voice guiding every step, always nourishing. And prayer is the stirring, consistent, sometimes silent, sometimes desperate, but always drawing everything together. There’s heat, too. Life brings suffering, trials, delays we don’t always understand but in God’s kitchen, heat transforms.  It softens pride, brings out truth, and deepens compassion.  What feels like burning is often refining. Then comes forgiveness, our own, and what we extend to others.  Like yeast, it makes room f...

Last December 8, I completed something that scared me and deeply moved me:  Total Consecration to Jesus through Mary. I had read about it before but thought it was too intense. Too mystical. Too Marian. But as I grew in prayer, especially through the daily Rosary, I began to see Mary not as a distant figure, but as a gentle mother who leads us to her Son.   She isn’t in competition with Jesus, she draws us closer to Him. The 33-day consecration preparation was a spiritual boot camp. I was following Gabriel Castillo's Gabi's 2nd Channel in Youtube which I documented in my Fiat Faith Facebook (for those who want to start their Consecration by St Max Kolbe) It exposed my pride, my distractions, and my hunger for God.   And when the day of consecration came, I handed over everything, my prayers, sufferings, joys, and future, into her Immaculate Heart. Since then, I’ve felt a new confidence in my walk. I still struggle. But I no longer feel alone. “Totus Tuus ego sum, et omni...