HOBO FOR CHRIST

Here’s how this week’s arts and culture column begins:

Meg Hunter-Kilmer, born in California in 1983, moved at six months to Arlington, Virginia. The family, nominally Catholic, attended Mass on Sundays and “that was kind of it.”

At her First Confession, she racked her brains for a misdeed and, finding none, panicked and lied to the priest. She made up that she’d broken a cup and blamed it in her sister—and was thus “in a state of mortal sin from the age of 7. By the time I was 11 I was an atheist and thought anyone who believed in God was an idiot.”

But at a two-night confirmation retreat in early adolescence, she made another Confession—and broke down sobbing.

“The tears may have started because of shame. But the spirit really led me to a spirit of profound forgiveness, of realizing my own brokenness and that God still loved me. I walked out of the confessional realizing, ‘This is real. And if it’s real, it’s worth living for.’”

She resolved to go to daily Mass, pray ten minutes a day, and listen to more Christian music, “very 1997. I’m extremely stubborn and intellectually driven. There was a lot of pride tied up in my conversion and there still is. But there’s only so long you can be going to daily Mass, and praying the Rosary and reading Scripture without some of it sinking in.”

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3 Replies to “HOBO FOR CHRIST”

  1. Woman after my own heart…I felt like her till I landed in a WV hermitage

    1. HEATHER KING says: Reply

      Thank you dear Sr. Jeanne! Yes, we contemplatives have a different “way”…hoboes, all of us…blessings and love to you out there in Pittsburgh–

  2. Ron Lewberg says: Reply

    Inspirational as your writings always are. Thanks.

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