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CatholicZ09
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I think that I would be more comfortable in the military clothing. Although, I don’t know if I would like either on REALLY hot days.
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Anthony_V
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I wonder if they have military, except inverted. So it would be all white, and then the collar would be black. That would be cool looking sort of
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Anthony_V
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Just kidding, I tried it out on photoshop. It look terrible 
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catholictiger
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I will have to get use to heat where I will be a priest. Today the high is 97 and the heat index is 110
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CatholicZ09
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I love Western Pennyslvania!I will have to get use to heat where I will be a priest. Today the high is 97 and the heat index is 110
Although, at youth groups and other events, sometimes my parochial vicar/pastor will wear casual clothes.
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catholictiger
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if its brutally hot and I will be outside for long periods I may wear causal clothes. But I want to wear my clerical clothing the majority of the time. Wearing clerical clothing is a great out-wordly sign of the priesthood and I would want to wear that alot.
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Anthony_V
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Ditto. It would be the greatest thing ever to be shopping at the grocery store, and someone come up to you and ask for something because you’re a priest. And the best part is, you would get to give it to them since you’re a priest!
Lord, you make me excited!
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JL2011
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sooo inspiring!
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CatholicZ09
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I don’t think that I’m the only to-be seminarian whose highlight of the week is Mass! Honestly, if I ever miss Mass (very, very, rare), I am so depressed beyond all means.
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JL2011
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I feel the same whenever I don’t receive the Eucharist. Satan took advantage of my scruples and made me stay away from the Eucharist for 4 consecutive weeks! It felt sooooooo good to receive this last Sunday (I just go to Mass on Sundays, but I wish I could go every day, or AT LEAST three or four times a week)
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Anthony_V
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Me too! Liturgy of the Eucharist is so important to me. The consecration is amazing, even the reception of the Eucharist is awesome, but for me, going back to the pew and praying on my knees while completely submersed in God’s mercy through Jesus is my heart’s desire. It’s like ultra-intimate adoration since its not only a spiritual communion (like adoration), but also a physical communion (Christ dwelling inside of your body).
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Young_Thinker
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I do not particularily care for the pom-poms, even less so for the birettas that have a tassle dangling on your forehand (I like tassles for shoes, though, and I would love to wear a fez from time to time). However, I have read that priests in communities (I love the Jesuits!) traditionally wear tuftless birettas. And I also like saturni and zuccheti (a priest can wear a black zucchetto outside of Mass).Reallyyou dont like a biretta like the priest below is wearing. They are so cool!!! But maby thats why people tell me i have bad taste in headwear
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Anthony_V
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I am SO getting one!
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Young_Thinker
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Wonderful! But, as tempting as it may be (I have done it, too), try not to put the horse before the cart.
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Anthony_V
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yeah, I know haha
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jayk15
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Almost exactly what I do. Sometimes when I’m altar serving and I’m alone in the sacristy for a couple of moments I’m very tempted to go into the priest’s cupboard and put on his stole and chasuble just to see what it would look like. A few times before mass when I am the thurifur and alone in the sacristy I will incense the table in imitation of the priest incensing the altar(at least nobody has walked in on me doing it). I’m finishing high school at the end of the year and I hope to enter seminary at the begining of next year. I’ll be handing in my application forms soon. I am very very very worried, especially about the interview with the Archbishop.
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Young_Thinker
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I am sure that you will be fine. Try not to panic about interviews. You will get through them.
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Anthony_V
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Great vocation miracles that happened the other day…
I had watched the fishers of men video (posted a few pages ago) many times. Very inspiring! This week, I’m in Pensacola, Florida, which is on the beach. Last sunday after mass I went to the beach, and I went out into the water. In a sort of half-prayer but not really, my heart spoke (I didn’t really think it, but it’s one of those things where you understand a feeling as words):
“Lord, if it is in your will, let me catch a decent sized fish, not a little fish, with my hand so that I may know if you want to be a fisher of men”.
I ate lunch and came back to the beach, having forgotten what my heart had said at that moment. I was walking with my dad down the coast in the shallows, and two catfish come up by our legs. My dad started flipping out, because not only were these catfish that weren’t native to the area, they were FRESHwater catfish. Someone had to have put them there, as we were in the ocean. Very decent sized fish also, about 2lb fish. We didn’t have nets or anything, so we’re jumping around, tackling the water, eating sand a few times trying to catch these catfish. They were just not swimming away. As many times as we tried to catch them, they swam back at least within a few yards. It was almost a game! Finally, I chase mine onto the beach where it gets cornered. My dad slapped his up onto the sand. I went to grab mine, but the moment I grabbed mine, the fish’s barb pierced into my finger about half an inch deep. Ouch! I definitely grabbed it, because I flung it out a few feet away from me. My dad had his in his hand (he’s a decent angler) and grabbed mine. He was joking around and made them “kiss” as he was holding them. Then he threw them back out. He told me to keep pressure on my wound, etc. We continued walking. After a while, I remembered what I had prayed in the water, and told it to my dad. I couldn’t figure out why the fish pierced me. My dad said, “in light of [you being pierced], God might be telling you that being a priest will not be easy. It’s going to be hard.” I still have the wound on my finger. It healed up withing a day. That evening, I was sitting next to my dog, petting him. My dog had been suffering from some back injury of some sort. He wouldn’t hardly move, and when he walked it was with a terrible limp. My heart moved, as if telling me to pray for him. So I prayed, “if it is in your will Lord, please heal my dog”. The next day my dog was moving about, almost completely fine. His limp was almost gone, and he was eager to get outside and play. Lastly, yesterday I was out in the water again. I said, “Lord, is it wrong to expect a miracle every day? Certainly you work one every day, I just do not hardly see it. If it is in your will, then let me see a miracle because of my ignorance.” I looked down, and at my feet was a huge black dot in the water. It kept going further and further out into sea. I thought it was seaweed, but I chased it anyway. After about ten or so yards of chasing, the sun hit it just right to where I could see detail. This was no seaweed. This was a sea turtle leading me out into sea.
I’m still not sure what to think about all those miracles. Why did God use me? I’m definitely not worthy. It’s almost embarassing! But let his will be done, not mine.
I had watched the fishers of men video (posted a few pages ago) many times. Very inspiring! This week, I’m in Pensacola, Florida, which is on the beach. Last sunday after mass I went to the beach, and I went out into the water. In a sort of half-prayer but not really, my heart spoke (I didn’t really think it, but it’s one of those things where you understand a feeling as words):
“Lord, if it is in your will, let me catch a decent sized fish, not a little fish, with my hand so that I may know if you want to be a fisher of men”.
I ate lunch and came back to the beach, having forgotten what my heart had said at that moment. I was walking with my dad down the coast in the shallows, and two catfish come up by our legs. My dad started flipping out, because not only were these catfish that weren’t native to the area, they were FRESHwater catfish. Someone had to have put them there, as we were in the ocean. Very decent sized fish also, about 2lb fish. We didn’t have nets or anything, so we’re jumping around, tackling the water, eating sand a few times trying to catch these catfish. They were just not swimming away. As many times as we tried to catch them, they swam back at least within a few yards. It was almost a game! Finally, I chase mine onto the beach where it gets cornered. My dad slapped his up onto the sand. I went to grab mine, but the moment I grabbed mine, the fish’s barb pierced into my finger about half an inch deep. Ouch! I definitely grabbed it, because I flung it out a few feet away from me. My dad had his in his hand (he’s a decent angler) and grabbed mine. He was joking around and made them “kiss” as he was holding them. Then he threw them back out. He told me to keep pressure on my wound, etc. We continued walking. After a while, I remembered what I had prayed in the water, and told it to my dad. I couldn’t figure out why the fish pierced me. My dad said, “in light of [you being pierced], God might be telling you that being a priest will not be easy. It’s going to be hard.” I still have the wound on my finger. It healed up withing a day. That evening, I was sitting next to my dog, petting him. My dog had been suffering from some back injury of some sort. He wouldn’t hardly move, and when he walked it was with a terrible limp. My heart moved, as if telling me to pray for him. So I prayed, “if it is in your will Lord, please heal my dog”. The next day my dog was moving about, almost completely fine. His limp was almost gone, and he was eager to get outside and play. Lastly, yesterday I was out in the water again. I said, “Lord, is it wrong to expect a miracle every day? Certainly you work one every day, I just do not hardly see it. If it is in your will, then let me see a miracle because of my ignorance.” I looked down, and at my feet was a huge black dot in the water. It kept going further and further out into sea. I thought it was seaweed, but I chased it anyway. After about ten or so yards of chasing, the sun hit it just right to where I could see detail. This was no seaweed. This was a sea turtle leading me out into sea.
I’m still not sure what to think about all those miracles. Why did God use me? I’m definitely not worthy. It’s almost embarassing! But let his will be done, not mine.
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CatholicZ09
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This is more than enough proof that Our Lord does send us signs, and he reassures us that as with EVERY vocation, priesthood will have its trials.Great vocation miracles that happened the other day…
I had watched the fishers of men video (posted a few pages ago) many times. Very inspiring! This week, I’m in Pensacola, Florida, which is on the beach. Last sunday after mass I went to the beach, and I went out into the water. In a sort of half-prayer but not really, my heart spoke (I didn’t really think it, but it’s one of those things where you understand a feeling as words):
“Lord, if it is in your will, let me catch a decent sized fish, not a little fish, with my hand so that I may know if you want to be a fisher of men”.
I ate lunch and came back to the beach, having forgotten what my heart had said at that moment. I was walking with my dad down the coast in the shallows, and two catfish come up by our legs. My dad started flipping out, because not only were these catfish that weren’t native to the area, they were FRESHwater catfish. Someone had to have put them there, as we were in the ocean. Very decent sized fish also, about 2lb fish. We didn’t have nets or anything, so we’re jumping around, tackling the water, eating sand a few times trying to catch these catfish. They were just not swimming away. As many times as we tried to catch them, they swam back at least within a few yards. It was almost a game! Finally, I chase mine onto the beach where it gets cornered. My dad slapped his up onto the sand. I went to grab mine, but the moment I grabbed mine, the fish’s barb pierced into my finger about half an inch deep. Ouch! I definitely grabbed it, because I flung it out a few feet away from me. My dad had his in his hand (he’s a decent angler) and grabbed mine. He was joking around and made them “kiss” as he was holding them. Then he threw them back out. He told me to keep pressure on my wound, etc. We continued walking. After a while, I remembered what I had prayed in the water, and told it to my dad. I couldn’t figure out why the fish pierced me. My dad said, “in light of [you being pierced], God might be telling you that being a priest will not be easy. It’s going to be hard.” I still have the wound on my finger. It healed up withing a day. That evening, I was sitting next to my dog, petting him. My dog had been suffering from some back injury of some sort. He wouldn’t hardly move, and when he walked it was with a terrible limp. My heart moved, as if telling me to pray for him. So I prayed, “if it is in your will Lord, please heal my dog”. The next day my dog was moving about, almost completely fine. His limp was almost gone, and he was eager to get outside and play. Lastly, yesterday I was out in the water again. I said, “Lord, is it wrong to expect a miracle every day? Certainly you work one every day, I just do not hardly see it. If it is in your will, then let me see a miracle because of my ignorance.” I looked down, and at my feet was a huge black dot in the water. It kept going further and further out into sea. I thought it was seaweed, but I chased it anyway. After about ten or so yards of chasing, the sun hit it just right to where I could see detail. This was no seaweed. This was a sea turtle leading me out into sea.
I’m still not sure what to think about all those miracles. Why did God use me? I’m definitely not worthy. It’s almost embarassing! But let his will be done, not mine.
I just felt the Lord telling me to post the above quote.
God bless you!
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Jonathan_V
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Anthony V, those miracles were pretty cool. I have to say I’m kinda jealous.
As for me, I finally sat down and talked to my vocations director, who’s the bishop for my diocese. We had a real nice conversation, and after it, I felt impatient for senior year to be over. I never would have thought that I would want to go to seminary that badly.
Another thing, last weekend was Steubenville of the Rockies (if you haven’t gone to a Steubenville youth conference, GO! They have completely changed my life) and at the end of every conference, the vocations director who is there, or a priest, calls all the high school guys and girls up if they are open to a vocation to religious life. This year, hundreds, (I’m not joking) literally ran up to the stage because they were open to living a religious life. Last year I felt something calling me up there, but I didn’t want to go, this year, I ran up there. The Franciscan youth website said this in April:
As for me, I finally sat down and talked to my vocations director, who’s the bishop for my diocese. We had a real nice conversation, and after it, I felt impatient for senior year to be over. I never would have thought that I would want to go to seminary that badly.
Another thing, last weekend was Steubenville of the Rockies (if you haven’t gone to a Steubenville youth conference, GO! They have completely changed my life) and at the end of every conference, the vocations director who is there, or a priest, calls all the high school guys and girls up if they are open to a vocation to religious life. This year, hundreds, (I’m not joking) literally ran up to the stage because they were open to living a religious life. Last year I felt something calling me up there, but I didn’t want to go, this year, I ran up there. The Franciscan youth website said this in April:
Isn’t that awesome?
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