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kylemoreland
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I do not know what to make of it. Long story short, my great-grandmother was buried today, she was 95 (and a half). She suffered a stroke three days before my birthday and it was all downhill from that. I deeply love and miss her. Now to make a much longer story even shorter, I have been discerning diocesan priesthood ever since I was little, in part due to my grandma. Needless to say, she would cart… well carry me to all her neighbors homes and I got to know a lot of them. A lot of people have flat-out said to me that I would make a good priest. Like A LOT of people. The area she lived in (and I lived in up until a few years ago) is very Italian and Catholic, called “The Hill”. I remember “playing mass” at grandma’s house (she made a good congregation and EMHC
). At the funeral this morning, a lot of people told me that I would make a good priest, and I know that my great-grandma would as well. Right before the mass, I made a eulogy… straight from my heart. I don’t know what got into me, I was nervous at first but talking in front of all of those people, praying with my family and friends, etc… was very very wonderful for me. At the short service right before her burial, the deacon who accompanied us (and grandma) to grandma’s grave let me read some of the prayers… and let me tell you… I was so natural doing that. Everyone congratulated me and told me about what a fine job I did. My great-uncle (my great-grandmother’s son) said he had visions of me preaching
. What is my question you may be wondering? Well mainly I just wanted to share my experiences, my thoughts, etc… about today. I do have a question… what would it take for me to be truly and undoubtedly sure that I am called to the priesthood (or not)? Thanks for reading such a long post… God bless!