March 10, 1996 a Via rail passenger train rolled into a cloudy but warm Sunday morning carrying a young bright-eyed adventurer and his terrified yet loyal cat. It was a beginning of a new chapter in their lives which see many twists and turns along the way.
The bright-eyed adventurer was me and the terrified cat was Gaston who has since passed on after a long and full life in the big city.
I wasn’t sure what my path was then and was met with many an unexpected twist turns this past 22 years, and yes it has been 22 years living in this great city, an expensive city, but I have never looked back.
If you had told me 22 years ago, that I would be attending 2 affirming churches (St. Andrews Wesley United Church and St Brigid’s Community), that my sexuality was in fact OK and normal, that I would have a wonderful and diverse group of friends, and the list goes on…. I would have probably looked at you side ways and maybe even laughed.
Yes, life here in Vancouver has been met with unexpected turns and surprises and yet, despite the hurts and pains and uncertainties, I do love it here. I love my friends, family and my job.
I thank God who looked after me through the good and bad times, through the wilderness and back and for letting me know that I was precious in his sight, and that I was made GOOD.
“welcome back…. We missed you”,
Were the first words I heard in my heart when I returned to church and that was a year ago.
Happy 22 years and I expect more of the unexpected surprises for the next 22 years and beyond…..