About
Vision Minister C’Ann
⦁ Born in California, USA.
⦁ Single
⦁ Has lived mostly in Los Angeles, CA. Plans to spend her future in Northern California.
⦁ Single
⦁ Has lived mostly in Los Angeles, CA. Plans to spend her future in Northern California.
In the Minister’s Own Words:
I always held pride in calling myself a Catholic. However, to be truthful, it wasn’t until a few years ago that I found God.
My Mother, Vision Minister Patsy had decided that we should tour the California Missions. Missions like; the beautiful crumble of Mission San Juan Capistrano; the serene peacefulness of Mission La Purisima Concepcion, with its magic ability to make a visitor feel like they just took a step back into time; and Mission San Fernando Del Ray, which was a childhood favorite since it was practically in my neighborhood. In one year, we had visited eleven Missions, from San Diego to San Miguel.
It was at one of these Missions where I saw an old statue of St. Joseph.
There was something very unique about the way the eyes looked, as if they were watching me.
I am familiar with how some photographs, paintings, and statues have an effect as if they are watching. I had experienced that sort of effect before.
This felt like something different.
This St. Joseph statue was in a room displayed behind Plexiglas. I knew that I couldn’t enter the room, yet I felt a pull.
St. Joseph had always had a special place in my heart because I had studied for my Catechism and done my first Communion at a church named after St. Joseph. And my mother had studied for her Catechism at another school, which was also named after St. Joseph (the two schools are over 300 miles apart).
I had grown up knowing about Jesus Christ and our Lord His Father. I knew much of the history and many of the stories of my religion. I knew how to pray and be respectful. Walking into a church or a Mission made my heart smile and my mind go WOW.
My mother had taught me our Catholic faith in a way that made me love it.
But it wasn’t until I came across that old statue of St. Joseph at a Mission, it wasn’t until that moment that I found God.
I cannot explain why. It was as if St. Joseph had taken my hand and led me, my soul along a path of reflection and understanding.
It was as if he had whispered words that I could hear even through that Plexiglas wall, "God exists, he is truly real."
My Mother, Vision Minister Patsy had decided that we should tour the California Missions. Missions like; the beautiful crumble of Mission San Juan Capistrano; the serene peacefulness of Mission La Purisima Concepcion, with its magic ability to make a visitor feel like they just took a step back into time; and Mission San Fernando Del Ray, which was a childhood favorite since it was practically in my neighborhood. In one year, we had visited eleven Missions, from San Diego to San Miguel.
It was at one of these Missions where I saw an old statue of St. Joseph.
There was something very unique about the way the eyes looked, as if they were watching me.
I am familiar with how some photographs, paintings, and statues have an effect as if they are watching. I had experienced that sort of effect before.
This felt like something different.
This St. Joseph statue was in a room displayed behind Plexiglas. I knew that I couldn’t enter the room, yet I felt a pull.
St. Joseph had always had a special place in my heart because I had studied for my Catechism and done my first Communion at a church named after St. Joseph. And my mother had studied for her Catechism at another school, which was also named after St. Joseph (the two schools are over 300 miles apart).
I had grown up knowing about Jesus Christ and our Lord His Father. I knew much of the history and many of the stories of my religion. I knew how to pray and be respectful. Walking into a church or a Mission made my heart smile and my mind go WOW.
My mother had taught me our Catholic faith in a way that made me love it.
But it wasn’t until I came across that old statue of St. Joseph at a Mission, it wasn’t until that moment that I found God.
I cannot explain why. It was as if St. Joseph had taken my hand and led me, my soul along a path of reflection and understanding.
It was as if he had whispered words that I could hear even through that Plexiglas wall, "God exists, he is truly real."
-Vision Minister C'Ann