TestimonialsThe following are thoughts from new Cursillistas who have just participated in a Cursillo Weekend. The original submissions may have been slightly modified by the Webmanager. My name is Margaret Holt and I made the women 36th Cursillo week-end in November 2014 at Bayside Baptist Center where I sat at the table of St Madeleine.
What can I say about my Cursillo weekend- awesome, joyful and inspirational.
I was brought up in a very religious family and worshipped all through my childhood and many years afterward. There came a period in my life I stopped going to church for many personal reasons. I am so glad God didn’t give up on me as one day I started to worship again but at a different church.
I was invited to go to Ultreya and really enjoyed it. I experienced so much love and it was the beginning of my new journey. I was very apprehensive to go to a Cursillo week-end as I don’t like the unknown but with so many people praying I finally answered God’s call and what an eye opener for me and an experience that I will never forget. My faith is so much stronger. I felt guilty for abandoning God, but I know now God had never abandoned me.
The joy, music, new friends, fellowship, the laughter and yes many tears.
I attend Bible study weekly and Christian Women monthly. I attend Ultreya on a monthly basis and am now a caller for Ultreya. I was blessed a second time as I was asked to serve on team for the October 2015 week-end, renewing my spiritual walk.
God is good all the time. De Colores! Margaret (2014)
The Epistle of James says that faith without works is not enough. Then surely works without faith are not going to suffice either.
Christ found me at Cursillo. I began the weekend not having any idea of what was ahead, and as it unfolded I observed men living and acting in the faith and I grew to a deeper understanding of what faith was. If I were called upon to pin point a moment when a change came over me it was during the Saturday evening meal when I encountered Christ’s presence in the room and in me. I knew then that Christ is and always was a part of me and for a long time I had been running from that commitment. I now know and accept it. Heck, I even embrace it. Trusting that he will care for me and guide my days and occasions that are ahead. May they bear witness to his love.
I give thanks to the great people that I encountered during that weekend and to those who knew better than did I and sent me there.
De Colores! Graham Lavers (2015)
My Name is Mitch Mitchell. My Christian name is William but that is another story.
I made the men’s 35th Cursillo in 2013 at St James’s Anglican Church in Kentville Nova Scotia where I sat at the table of St. Andrews.
Mitch Mitchell (2013)
Hi, my name is Debbie Fice and I made the 35th Cursillo weekend in Kentville, in 2013, where I sat at the table of St. Anne. Well, how to sum up my weekend? In one word, I would say JOY! I am a ‘cradle’ Anglican. I was baptized, attended Sunday school, sang in the children’s choir and was confirmed, because that was what you did, in my family. As part of my confirmation program, a month before confirmation, our group participated in a retreat weekend, and there I found the ‘joy in the Lord’ feeling and experience. It was wonderful and meaningful and amazing! Probably very similar, I should think, to TEC weekends. Our group had plans to continue meeting, we had outreach projects we were planning, and then my dad was transferred back to Halifax. We moved back to the same area we had moved away from four years previously, and I went back to the parish church we had attended, but there were no young people attending, so I stopped going. A year later, I began attending a Pentecostal church with a friend from school. They had a very active youth group, and I once again found the joy in meeting with the Spirit with a group of like-minded friends. Sadly, after a year, our family moved again, and I stopped attending any church. Well, fast-forward twelve years or so, and as newlyweds, my husband and I were dragged to the church we currently attend (twenty-five years now!) by a friend who told us we simply HAD to come to her church. In these 25 years, we have been involved in church life and made many wonderful friends. My faith, expressed in deeds, was there, BUT, where was the joy? Yes, there had been wonderful, happy times, but that ‘in the moment, overwhelming, consuming joy’ was missing. Until, Cursillo! Like most, I was a little apprehensive, but was trying not to anticipate, or ‘plan’ out the weekend. I didn’t know what to expect, but was willing to go with the flow, and live in the moment. What I hadn’t expected was to rediscover that overflowing joy that comes with sharing faith and spirit with a group of like-minded individuals. I know that a Cursillo weekend is a ‘mountain-top’ experience, but I am happy to say, that having rediscovered that aspect of my faith experience, I bring it out regularly for fresh air and exercise! As a teenager and young adult I hadn’t really appreciated that gift/experience, and hadn’t quite ‘gotten it’ that, like any aspect of faith, practice is required for growth. "For where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst."(Matthew 18:20). For me, following Cursillo, this verse from Matthew means so much more. Fellowship, music, laughter, tears, sharing in Jesus’ name, what better recipe can you think of that encapsulates joy? DeColores!! Debbie Fice (2013) I am Elaine Furlong and I attended the 32nd Cursillo Weekend held at St. James Church, Kentville in May, 2010 and I sat at the table of St. Carmen. I am Sherryll Murphy and I attended the 32nd Cursillo weekend held at St. James Anglican Church, Kentville in May, 2010 where I sat at the table of St. Carmen. What can I say about my Cursillo weekend? A totally renewing, rejuvenating and faith opening spiritual experience. I was simply floating and still am - albeit not quite so high. As I said on Sunday, I have been a practicing Anglican all my life. I am very involved in my parish but, I really got Jesus on this weekend. I have understood all my life that I was being called to the Lord. I felt it in music, I recognized it in the Eucharist, I saw it in the everyday ‘coincidences’, I gloried in it in God’s nature, I believed it in my prayer. I have even felt God’s Grace at different times throughout my life. I have tried to practice and live God’s teachings and have recognized my responsibilities to others. I loved the Lord - although I didn’t say it much - I guess I thought setting the example was enough. I didn’t want to be branded one of the crazy zealots. My weekend freed me to love the Lord and myself, as being his, without fear or embarrassment. I guess I believed that the Lord loved me, but I did not have any real understanding of just how much he loved me. I do now. The outpouring of love from all directions helped me to realize just that. I am so grateful to the Lord and to those who encouraged me to attend the weekend. I am so grateful to all those who made it happen and who made me feel so very special. The Holy Spirit worked through them to provide a totally WONDERFULL weekend. The Holy Spirit spent a great deal of time with us throughout the weekend. I know that I will never forget the stories, the loving women, the music, the yummy food, and the feeling of peace I have enjoyed since then. De Colores! Sherryll Murphy (2010)
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