This is my personal experience of, and witness to Medjugorje. I would like you to share this post to draw more attention to the best place on earth, so that others may have the opportunity to fall in love with Medugorje, Mother Mary, and ultimately Her beloved Son Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
After a good night sleep I am feeling pretty good. After breakfast our group (of about 40) head down to st James church for mass. I feel like I have settled in a bit more now and am really starting to enjoy it. And it is soooo hot! over 30 degrees today.
I start chatting to a few members of the group and remember another reason why I love coming here. Everybody has a story. Everybody has a life back home and a reason to be here. Sharing each others stories is such a moving and humbling experience here. You find out in about the first five seconds that you have something in common and then conversation is easy! But the type of conversation you share is different from back home. Here there are no barriers. You can be honest – and more to the point, you can’t help but find yourself being honest about your life to the person next to you. The gentle atmosphere of love encourages openness. It also makes one aware of their need for inner healing. Simply talking to members of the group helps us on our road of conversion because we know they have been through it too.
I met someone today who is turning their life around. He says it was a miracle that now he is here in Medj considering what he has been through over the last few years. He spent this evening at adoration. He is so grateful to God for giving him a second chance in his life, and tomorrow he wants to go to confession. I’m so happy for him – and so proud of him. He kinda reminds me of myself a few years ago – but he is no way near as bad as I was back then! On my first trip to Medj when I was 18, I refused to even set foot in St. James’ Church! And I was dressed so inappropriately that an Italian Nun came and poked me really hard on the arm! (Mary Magdalene eat your heart out!!!). My poor Mum was nearly crying she was so embarrassed – but now thanks to her prayers, and by the grace of God, we look back on those days and laugh, and laugh, and laugh ’till we cry!