Churches and Faith Communities as Third Places/ Third Place Stories
Two years ago, my marriage to a controlling, abusive husband finally and decisively fell apart. After our divorce, having lost my life partner of 30+ years, as well as many extended family members and friends, I entered into a period of acute loneliness.
In the midst of that paralyzing darkness, despite having been away from practicing my faith for a number of years, I experienced God gently beckoning me back, and I decided to give the Church another chance.
When I showed up (alone) for Mass one Sunday, I was greeted warmly by hospitality ministers as I entered the church; and, though I chose to sit by myself, I did so in the glow of feeling welcomed. I kept coming back.
A turning point for me came a few weeks later, when the parish announced a summer adult-ed program based on the television series “The Chosen.” I wanted to attend but wasn’t sure I was ready. Honestly, I felt like an emotional mess. But, grace prevailed, and I went anyway.
Watching “The Chosen” in community opened me up to many things I had never known before. I discovered Jesus as a friend I could talk to, as someone who could hold my hand in my saddest moments. Also, the people in my sharing group were so kind. They never made me feel embarrassed, even when I was dissolving in tears. I could just say what I was thinking, feeling, and learning without rejection. I felt authentically connected.
The next big step in my journey came when someone invited me to be prayed over by the healing prayer ministry that meets Sunday mornings after the 10:15 Mass. I had never experienced anything like that and frankly worried that it would be a weird experience. But, grace (again) prevailed, and I accepted. While being prayed over, I felt the love of the Holy Spirit envelop me. It was incredible. So, when I was invited to come back for more prayer — and to participate in praying for others — I again stepped out in faith. Though uncertain at first that I could offer healing prayers, I soon learned to cherish that privilege. After all, I’ve been through a lot in my life and I know how isolated a person in pain can feel. It’s horrible! And, I want to help.
I am no longer alone. My rediscovered faith community is my “3rd Place.”
-Anonymous