Years ago my friends used to like to go to the Good Friday services high. We were all raised catholic, and so something beckoned us I suppose. One year, no longer high, I encountered Christ. It was Paschal time. It was pretty stunning.
Legend has it that at Monte LaVerna in Italy, the rocks split apart during the earthquake at the moment Jesus died on the cross. I like to think of those legends, how the dead arose and appeared, the earth shook, the curtain in the Temple was torn in two, people beat their breasts. And Christ descended into hell, among the dead, truly the Son of God ... he descended.
So these miracles continue, especially during this holy season - I'm convinced of it. I also think these miracles happen especially during the Divine Mercy novena.
So, let nothing impede you. Drunk or high, steeped in sin, filthy from rolling in the mud of your passions, stop into a church. Visit the 'tomb'. Visit Christ in the tabernacle. Stop and look at the Divine Mercy image, or the Sacred Heart, or the crucifix. Just look. Whisper a little prayer, a thought, show him your wounds ... light a candle for Our Lady. She opens our hearts - and Christ rushes in. Love overcomes all.
Nothing is impossible with God. No situation, no addiction, no lifestyle. Nothing is impossible for God to fix.
I'm convinced many conversions happen during Holy Week and Easter. The lame walk, the blind see, the deaf hear, the dead are raised. The power flowing from his Resurrection is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and able to discern reflections and thoughts of the heart. He who descended among the dead is closer to you than ever ...
Jesus, I trust in you.