To many people, Jesus is the one who saved us from eternal death. He is the second person in the Holy Trinity, and worshiped along with His Father and the Holy Spirit. It was not until recently that I realized that Jesus was more than just the Messiah.
For the longest time, if I were asked if I truly believed in Christ, I would reply, "Oh, yeah, of course! Who wouldn't?" Apparently, I was being very nonchalant about my faith. I never knew that I was just brushing the topic along to the side, as if I was trying to avoid the subject. Out of my ten years and four months of an education, let alone a Catholic one, it took me those four months of being in high school to figure out that there was something wrong with me. I began experiencing a decline of motivation, confidence, and emotional strength. It was as if I was falling, slowly and quietly, into an endless pit of social withdrawal.
When I finally confronted my counselor, she contacted my parents and arranged a meeting. She had come to the conclusion that I had a hint of depression and I should do everything in my power to pull myself together and try to get more active in my social life, both inside and outside the high school environment.
Even though being alone still feels more like a comfort zone than trying to throw myself into a group of "popular" kids to be their friends, I still feel like that there is no one there for me. That is, until I started going to the chapel again. Once I found out that the chapel was always open, I felt more comfortable in there than out in the cafeteria before the school day would start. I stopped going for a period, because I was afraid a student would notice me and start telling others that I was a "Jesus freak", but after attending a liturgy early one morning, along with other teachers and faculty members, I didn't feel so nervous anymore. I realized that I wasn't alone because I had Jesus at my side, and I knew that he would never turn on me or make fun of like others would.