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My name’s Emily and I’m a 2nd-year Christ in the City missionary from Anaheim, CA.
I had a profound encounter with God my freshmen year of college and have had a burning desire to be His missionary ever since. The first time I heard about Christ in the City was during a pilgrimage in Fatima at the end of my sophomore year in College. I met a CIC missionary and was drawn to her joy when she spoke about serving the poor and having a Marian heart. I wanted what she had, her joy and zeal for Christ. But it never crossed my mind that I would become a Christ in the City missionary at the time. This was not the last time God brought Christ in the City to my attention.
Later that year my fellow peers went on a mission trip to CIC and shared their amazing experience. I also saw their booth at a FOCUS conference. My Senior year I went on a mission trip to further discern with Christ in the City, and felt a clear invitation from the Lord through the intercession of our Blessed Mother. Though I was extremely nervous since I had never envisioned myself at Christ in the City before and was scared of encountering the suffering of others, Jesus was so patient and gentle with me. I can honestly say it was the best decision of my life to say yes to Christ’s call.
Over the past two years at Christ in the City, my false perception of God the Father has been unraveled and restrung. I used to see him as someone always waiting to catch a bad moment or as a dictator. A Father who is uninterested to hear my wants because He has a permanent sharpie in hand. But at Christ in the City, I have begun to know my identity as daughter who is loved by a patient, understanding, merciful Father. A Father who cheers for me and wants to know my desires. A Father who absolutely wants the best for me. I have come to know my deepest identity as daughter, and I know that Christ in the City is only the beginning.