Hello my name is Michael Mosher

I was born and raised in Spokane, baptized at St Patrick’s Catholic church and attended St Augustine Catholic School. Everyday I went to mass! Said my prayers and of course became an altar boy. I still remember all my prayers and to this day I still have a vivid memory of the scents and sounds of the church.

I committed to memory all the stained glass windows as well as the positing of the stations of the cross. I was a frequent afternoon guest at the convent, where I took piano lessons and did a few chores .The sisters were always happy to see me and always gave me a fresh picked apple at the end of each day.

I am guessing that many of you can relate to just such a start in life.

In the middle of my six grade year my parents were divorced and life as I had known it would change forever. I would eventually go homeless and my relationship with God would grow faint. Over the years I would broker many deals with God. Mostly for something I needed at the time.

Always over promising and under delivering. I would stop into church for certain occasions, a death maybe a wedding and sometimes just for a cry.

I never stopped praying to God asking to be saved but always felt my prayers fell on deaf ears. In the years to come I would make it off the streets, graduate from college in surgical nursing. I would meet and marry my wife Lisa who I believe God designed especially for me. I have been blessed with the birth of my daughter Kayla who has silenced the pain from my past.

Yet even after all these blessings I felt an emptiness inside I could not explain.

I ran into Father John at the Metropolitan Market one day last year and I introduced myself to him. It was a lot of fun explaining why he probably did not recognize me even though my daughter was a student for the past three years and my wife a regular around the church and school.

At the end of our conversion he asked what’s it going to take to get you back, I smiled and bid him a good afternoon. Sometime want by and I visited Father John at the Parish rectory . He suggested I might go to the men’s meeting on Saturday morning’s and I did. I enjoyed the meetings but I remember the instant things started to change for me. Father John sent me an Email and in the mail he said “Michael you could be one of his best yet” it was a life changing moment for me. I wept at the prospect of being one of God’s best . I prepared for a general confession . For my penance the priest asked that I read the gospel daily. And now for the first time in my life I have heard the word of God .

I wish I could share with you some profound story summarizing the meaning of my life so far but I find the distance between words and how I feel too great.

I will say that I realize now that God heard all my prayers and he created me exactly the way he wanted me to be and now he is calling me home to be one of his best.

Thank you!