Joe’s Story

Ordinary things happen to us each and every day, but sometimes when we compile those ordinary things together something extraordinary happens, and that’s how ended up in Medjugorje. As a colleague and friend began to set up the trip, I continued to ask. myself two questions 1) Am I really going? 2) Why am I going? The answer to the frist question was easy because my friend looked me right in the face and said, “You’re definitely going,” so I came home to my wife that night and said John is not going to let me not go on this trip. The second question was harder to answer. I knew all about the stories of Medjugorje, but I didn’t want to be cuaht up in them. I wanted my own experience, but more importantly I didn’t want to be “let down” if my experience didn’t live up to expectations. Well, it didn’t take long for me to realize Medjugorje is truly special. Randomly throughout the days - somethings during Mass, prayer in the garden, or just talking with my friends - I would feel this overwhelming feeling to start crying. But not tears of sadness or even joy for that matter, just tears because I felt so special for being where I was at that moment. I was told that I was being filled with God’s grace and to listen to the call. When I spoke to people back home who asked me about Medjugorje, all I could say is that I can’’t explain it, but something special is happening there. I could feel that in my core. As my time there was coming to an end, the answer to my second question was clear as day, “Why am I going?” - because God, and more specifically Mary, wanted - no - needed me there.