I grew up in Fairfax, Virginia with two wonderful parents and three amazing brothers. During college I studied architecture at The Catholic University of America and worked in the architectural and construction industry in Washington, DC. My journey to know and love Christ led me to join the Catholic Church on Easter of 2012 after almost four years of study, conversation, and prayer. However as I continued to pursue my career after college I struggled to find adequate time and space to simply express the joy of knowing Christ in the midst of a hectic work week and fast paced urban lifestyle. As much as I enjoyed work, cherished my friendships, and found great joy in my faith there remained a longing in my heart for something more.
Stretched and weary, but trusting in God’s purposes for my life, I started searching for volunteer work with Catholic charities. I desired to find some spiritual respite and a way to more directly and simply serve Christ and his Church in the world. After some research and inquiry I discovered Heart’s Home and was immediately gripped by the beauty and simplicity of their mission of compassion towards the socially isolated and neglected of our world. I knew I had to pursue this opportunity. My January visit to Heart’s Home in Brooklyn, NY confirmed my desire from God to serve as a lay missionary. Heart’s Home seemed like a perfect fulfillment of many prayers and heartfelt desires.
“The love of Christ impels us,” writes St. Paul, “…so that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised.” (2 Cor. 5:14, NAB). Christ’s love shown in his death and Resurrection enkindles my desire to serve the poor and neglected of the earth. All my life Christ has relentlessly drawn me to himself with the fire of his divine love and the consolation of his grace. He sought me in my spiritual poverty to raise me up to the immeasurable riches of his divine love and grace. Often I’ve responded with indifference and ingratitude; in weakness and fear, but he has never ceased to tenderly and gently lead me to himself. This next step in my journey to follow Him will take me to Buenos Aires, Argentina as a servant of the poor, the outcast, the feeble, and lame; in short, those just like me.