Yes Catholic exists to share stories of people who said “yes” to Jesus and His Church.
The Story of Yes Catholic
In September 2019, I was telling my close friends that I think God is going to have me launch a new ministry. When they asked me what it would be, I told them that I didn’t know but I would think about it.
Over time my mind kept wandering to this seemingly normal night at youth group.
It was a regular night at our Life Teen program except for the fact that a new teen showed up. It was written all over his face that he was unsure about attending Life Teen. When I introduced myself, I got the impression that he kept to himself and was fairly quiet. Every week was the same, he barely said a word but every week, he would once again walk through the door.
What I didn’t realize was that this teen, Mathieu, was the younger brother of Megan, a girl I went to high school with. If you knew our Church community, you would remember her. She was always filled with joy and life. It was contagious.
She regularly read at Mass and actively participated in the youth group, until the day when her life was tragically taken in a car accident. Her death affected all of us, and I know for myself, I have to admit, that I was angry at God that He would even let it happen.
Fast forward five years, the younger brother of Megan was now attending our Life Teen program. Jesus had Mathieu here for a reason; there was no doubt about that.
It wasn’t too long before our youth ministry program traveled to a nearby town to attend a Catholic retreat. It took some persuasion but in the end Mathieu decided to go.
The focus of the retreat was on God’s love.
At the end of the retreat, there was an open mic. This was a time where the youth could share about anything that spoke to them during our brief time there. To my surprise, Mathieu stood up and went right for the microphone. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This teen had barely said anything to me, let alone a group of over 50 teenagers week after week after week! As he stood at the microphone he said, “I haven’t really talked about this very much but when I was 10 years old my older sister died in a car accident. I found myself so angry that I locked myself in my room for years playing video games so that I could hide the pain.”
Tears began flowing down my face as I realized what God was doing in the life of Mathieu.
It took courage to share his story like he did. I will never forget that moment.
And that’s probably why, years later, when I sat across from an unhappy teen, I couldn’t help but share the way God moved in the life of Mathieu. Now I know that stories can help people and I know that stories have moved me in many ways but I certainly did not expect what Mathieu’s story could do for this young man.
Looking at me with a new found seriousness, he said, “I can’t believe you just told me that story because when I was ten years old, my sister died, and I have been so angry at God.”
The days that followed, I saw yet another young man turn his life around. It wasn’t because I asked him to join a Bible study or open the Catechism (although I do think they are both very important), but I know for a fact that his life was changed because I gave into the nudge of the Holy Spirit to share about another’s “yes” to God. That’s it! That is why this needed to be called, “Yes Catholic.”
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Now just imagine what your “yes” could do. Just imagine what your story would sound like as it is told from one person to the next. It could change lives, if you have the courage to tell it.
David Patterson is the host and founder of Yes Catholic.
He came home to the Catholic Church on August 15 at a Catholic retreat called SONfest.
David’s Story
As a kid, I had a lot of unanswered questions about the Faith. When I was in grade nine, I wanted to see if anyone really believed in Jesus and the Catholic Church – but to be honest, I didn’t see anybody who did. So I thought to myself, “Why should I?” I had already experienced a lot of confusion and anger from my parents’ divorce, and although my mother kept trying to encourage me – to get me to talk to this priest or that priest – I was already done with it all, and I was only 15.
That summer, my life went quickly downhill. I spent the entire break drinking, smoking and hanging out with the wrong crowd. Sadly, that was a snapshot of my entire high school experience. I wish I could say that my time at university was different, but I actually found myself drinking often, even to the point where I would black out from the alcohol.
But you have to understand something. Though I was not thinking about Christianity or Jesus, my mother had not given up on me. She was praying for me. She kept bugging me to go on a retreat, and finally, just to make her stop, I gave in.
The retreat didn’t begin so well. I was angry and I didn’t want to be there, so I sat outside yelling at my mother, trying to convince her that I should leave. In the midst of the turmoil, a Catholic priest approached. Not only did he talk me down from my anger, but he actually convinced me to stay, even though I was still skeptical.
When the first talk began, the speaker got my attention. He told me about the love of God. He said that a simple ‘yes’ to Christ will change your life forever. He continued, “Today is August 15th. Run to the Sacrament of Reconciliation and be free. Make today the day you said ‘yes’ to Jesus.”
He got me where it hurt, because more than anything, I wanted to be free and I knew that I was not. So that evening, I ran to confession. As I confessed, I felt a little lighter and lighter and when the priest gave me absolution, I felt free. I felt changed.
When I returned from the retreat, I began to go to Mass by myself. I started to frequent the Sacrament of Reconciliation. And after six months of staying close to Jesus, God healed my addictions. So yeah, God broke the chains in my life.
I went on another retreat months later. While praying in front of the Eucharist, God put an image in my mind. I saw a group of teens praising God in the basement of the Church I grew up in. The next day, since I was in my hometown, I went to that Church and spoke to the priest, sharing what I had seen. His face immediately changed. He said, “That’s really weird because yesterday we had a meeting talking about looking for a youth minister. I think you could be him.”
I felt so unworthy. I mean, if that priest knew where I had been and what I had done in my life, I was certain that he would not have asked me. Little did I know, that’s how God works. He chooses the broken, He heals our hearts, and He loves us even as we fall again.
I accepted the position as a Youth Minister, and I was blown away by what God was able to do, even though I had no idea what I was doing. And the funny thing was, I was so focused on trying to minister to these young people through my brokenness that I completely forgot that Jesus was consistently ministering to me.
I know that because on the first day of our first summer camp, I met a camp counselor who changed my life forever. Her name was Alexandra, and she was beautiful.
When we decided to start dating, we took each other’s hands, bowed our heads and asked that God would bless us, and be the center of everything that we do. I know He heard us. After dating for months, we started a Novena – a nine-day prayer- to discern if we were called to the Sacrament of Marriage. The whole week, all I could hear on my heart was, ‘propose.’
You see, God was still ministering to me, and He was even willing to get my friend involved to help me get to where I needed to go. In the middle of a conversation one day, my friend suddenly asked, ‘Do you love Alexandra?’
Without hesitating, I told him that I did and that I was even thinking about proposing on Thursday (I don’t even know where the idea of Thursday came from!). We spent the rest of the night planning how I would get the permission of her parents and the ring.
The night before Thursday, Alexandra called me and said, “Hey, I was just thinking that tomorrow is the ninth day of our Novena to see if we are called to marriage.” The following morning we went to Mass and then we went to a spot overlooking a lake, the place where we had our first date. It was there that I asked Alexandra to spend the rest of her life with me. Thankfully, she said, “Yes!”
It was such a special day and yet, God wanted me to know that there was also some other significance to the day that I was unaware of. After doing some digging I realized: I had proposed to my bride on August 15th, and it was August 15th, 2009 that I came home to the Church. Coincidence? I think not.
The reality is, I was a mess but I was His mess. Through it all, God never stopped loving me, and like my mother, He never gave up on me.
Alexandra and I were married a year later and have been blessed with two sons. St. John Paul II said that, “Life with Christ is a wonderful adventure.” Am I still a mess? Yes. But I know that God is working everything for His glory.