I discovered the Landings course at Farm Street, by far one of the most enticing and beautiful churches that I had visited. It was a haven of tranquillity in a busy world. Whilst sitting in the pew I noticed a card that seemed to be speaking directly to me. It was a prayer card for the Landings group. It seemed that God was directing me to this group. I decided to bite the bullet, contact the course leader, and I am so glad I did.
Landings prompted some deep soul searching in me. It was therapeutic in so many ways. Each Wednesday I would go into the group with questions or burdens. I would always leave enlightened and lighter. It really was like Catholic therapy. Landings built up my understanding of the Catholic Church and has allowed me to explore aspects of my faith and to strengthen it.
It was a pathway to a deeper divinity. It opened doors that I had closed. I now know that God never closed the door on me. I was the one who closed my mind off to the divine. Prior to Landings I had been in a deep depression, and I had felt very alone and hopeless. The love and learning at Landings instilled in me new hope. I grew stronger and more resilient with the help of God.
Each week we heard a different testimony about how or why we had each struggled with our faith. There was always a common theme. We all lacked understanding. However, each of us admitted that throughout our lives we had always all felt a pull back toward the Church.
God speaks to us and calls us back to him over and over again. We don’t always listen. Landings helped me open my ears, open my heart and open my mind to the vast wonders of the living God.
As a teenager I fell off the rails; got in trouble with police. I should have listened to my parents but thought I knew better. I blamed everyone, my parents, life, God, for all the bad things that happened to me. In fact I made the bad choices all by myself. If only I had stopped and truly listened I would have heard God!
Thirty years later, I returned to France. One morning I woke to hear singing and praying. I went downstairs to find the group praying together. It was such a wonderful thing to see and hear. During my stay I visited Lourdes; something within me made me want to reconnect with God. I went to confession and to Mass, but I still felt ashamed that I had turned my back on the Lord for so long, that I had blamed him for everything that had gone wrong.
Later when I came back to the UK, I found Landings while out on a stroll at lunch time. I saw a poster on door of Farm Street and applied: the rest is history. God has a plan for each of us - his plan for me was to see poster at Farm Street; he wanted to welcome me back. It just took me decades to hear the invitation.