Hi all!
I am not sure if this will make sense, but here goes. When I start thinking about my possible vocation I feel scared. I don’t quite know why. I feel that… if I ever persued the Priesthood, that I would be exposed. That I would be shown to have shallow faith if for some reason I didn’t want to be a Priest. Does that make sense?
I mean, I pray the Rosary daily, I read a lot on Catholicism, Apologetics etc, I pray other prayers, I live a pretty much fully Christian life (even in College), I love speaking to people about my faith, I am on the Universities Catholic Assocation Committee as the Catholic Lifestyle Officer, I go to weekday Mass, Adoration…
But what if that is all false piety? And what if I enter the seminary and my false piety is exposed? Can God really be calling me? It seems difficult and its confusing to know. What if I end up going to a seminary, dropping out and then completely losing my faith?!
There are a lot of “what ifs” in your thinking. Look at it this way, what if you entered a seminary and you got hit by a bus during your first year?
Do you get my meaning? Don’t second guess yourself or God. Visit the seminary of your choice or the religious order of your choice. You’ll know that you have arrived, because you will feel at home.
I remember sitting in my cell when I was a Capuchin. This was long after solemn vows. I had a good position in the community. I was safe, well liked and had a very successful ministry. One day I met a young girl who was pregnant and afraid. She wanted to abort her baby. I remember working very hard with her to persuade her and her boyfriend to have their baby. Well, they did have that baby. Who is now an adult.
Afterward, I began to take greater notice of all the men and women who struggled with the question about abortion. I began to notice those who were afraid, because they had no place to go. It was like buying a red car and you suddenly notice every red car on the road.
I kept telling God that there had to be a place where these folks could go and be loved, but where? I received permission to leave my teaching post as a theology professor and begin to work for the pro-life movement. But there was more . . .
I knew that more could be done, but what? Gradually, I realized that I could no longer simply pray that God would send more friars or more lay volunteers to do this work. I had to do it myself. But I was just one man. What if I was wrong? What if I was being spiritually proud?
I finally told God to take these thoughts away from me. Instead, he made them stronger. I was like a man who suddenly loses his vision and begins to hear and smell things that he ignored before. One day, I went up to the Blessed Sacrament and said, “OK, let’s talk about this. You want me to be a Capuchin Franciscan, but you won’t let me rest. You’re nagging me with this diea that more has to be done for the unborn, his parents and their families. I can’t find a single reason to ignore this, unless you have a good one that you have not shared with me. If you do have a good one, you better let me know soon. Otherwise, I’m going to follow this.”
I waited for a few months. He did not provide a good reason not to do this. I wrote a good friend of mine who is a Cardinal friar. He wrote back, “This could not be more timely.” In his note he said, “Contact this bishop.” I wrote to the bishop that he suggested. Now, this bishop was 1,000 miles away. About a week after I wrote, his scretary called and said that the bishop wanted a meeting. I flew down to meet him. We met twice. He told me to write my idea and send it to him. He was an auxiliary bishop. He had to present the idea to the diocesan bishop. I did write it and I went home. I was thinking that since the wheels of the Church often turn very slowly, it would be months before I heard anything.
Three days after I wrote my ideas, the auxiliary called me and said, “The Archbishop wants you to work with Father X. He has already spoken to him. You are to call him and begin the discernment process for this new community.” I contacted Father and we talked. He siad, “You have a green light. Begin, just remember that these must be Franciscan Brothers of LIfe.”
That’s how I got to this place in my life. I received permission from the Vatican to leave the religious house, to live outside but remain in vows and I was given $500.00. That was it. I had no clothes, no food, no medical insurance, no airfare to get to my new destination and no place to go to. I lived on the porch of a house for six months. God drives us where he wants us to go, if we simply trust.
Fraternally,
Br. JR, OSF