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AsStAnselmPrays
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I have been away from my computer for a very long time (it took a surge), but now I am using my laptop that my school issues me.
I would first like to thank you all for helping me out with a previous situation (family not believing me about my calling to the priesthood). I read every response and respected each one. And this leads to my apology. I am sorry for the way my friend acted. Me and my friend Doug use this name equally, and Doug, for some reason, told our password to our other friend. He got on one day, read the thread about my problem, replied to it in VERY vulgar and unacceptable ways. If you don´t believe me, look at the difference in grammar. He´s a little too lazy to type the proper way, so check out the differences.
But a note for those who said I was young, naive, immature, and the like: sure, I´m 16 years old, but my calling is 100% clear to me. While I know that you were just trying to look at the situation in every single way possible, I must assure you that my calling couldn´t be anymore clearer.
Now, onto the current situation. As suggested by numerous people, I talked to my dad about everything. He now believes me when I tell him that I am called to be a priest.
One day at dinner (we had the whole family in attendance), we were talking about stuff, joking around and all, all that good family stuff. Somehow we got onto the topic of me and my younger brother (younger by one year) eventually/possibly having wives and kids. Well, my sister-in-law always says that I´m lazy, so she harped on me that I´d actually have to get a job and earn money, instead of asking my parents for everything (please note, I do not ask my parents for everything; instead of an allowance every other week, I get stuff every now and then). Well, understanding my calling, I stared and my plate and replied monotonously, “Yeah, Shelley, wife and kids are exactly what I´m gonna have when I become a priest.”
Well, that was like throwing a grenade into an oil well. My younger brother came to my protection and said something, but I don´t remember. As I said before, she just went off the charts on the make-fun-of-Alex-meter.´
I don´t remember exactly what she said, but it was something like “What? Are you kidding me? You´ll be the worst priest God´s ever seen. (laughs) You won´t even work, you´re homily each Sunday will a request for money!”
Now, by this time, I was pretty angry, not just because she was mocking me, but because, in essence, she was mocking God and the priesthood. Worst of all, my mom looked at me while SHE was LAUGHING. I ever so slightly shook my head as if to say “please, don´t laugh,” but she must´ve ignored me, because she kept laughing. And so did Shelley.
Shelley kept laughing and rambling, “You´re parish is gonna hate you, because all you´ll do up there is beg for money, and they won´t give it to you. Hahahaha, they´ll probably want to kick you out of the priesthood. Haha, you´ll probably die of starvation, because you won´t want to get another job to make a living. And when you get to heaven, God´s gonna laugh at you and turn you away, because he doesn´t want priests like you in the Church.”
At this point, I just about had it, I really did. I wanted to get up from the table, throw something at her, and just leave. Probably walk over to Doug´s house or something (he lives about ten short blocks down from me). My mom kept laughing, and so did Shelley, but my dad, who actually respects me, just looked down at his plate and kept shaking his head at the comments.
I don´t know what´s going on. It´s like, when something gets better, something else goes bad. I don´t know what to make of all this. Am I some how being tested? Maybe an endurance test to see how much I can handle? I feel horrible about this stuff all the time, like everything somehow is aimed at me, primarily because of my calling.
But I need advice. I need to know what to do and how to handle this situation, and others like it.
–Thanks, AsStAnselmPrays
I would first like to thank you all for helping me out with a previous situation (family not believing me about my calling to the priesthood). I read every response and respected each one. And this leads to my apology. I am sorry for the way my friend acted. Me and my friend Doug use this name equally, and Doug, for some reason, told our password to our other friend. He got on one day, read the thread about my problem, replied to it in VERY vulgar and unacceptable ways. If you don´t believe me, look at the difference in grammar. He´s a little too lazy to type the proper way, so check out the differences.
But a note for those who said I was young, naive, immature, and the like: sure, I´m 16 years old, but my calling is 100% clear to me. While I know that you were just trying to look at the situation in every single way possible, I must assure you that my calling couldn´t be anymore clearer.
Now, onto the current situation. As suggested by numerous people, I talked to my dad about everything. He now believes me when I tell him that I am called to be a priest.
One day at dinner (we had the whole family in attendance), we were talking about stuff, joking around and all, all that good family stuff. Somehow we got onto the topic of me and my younger brother (younger by one year) eventually/possibly having wives and kids. Well, my sister-in-law always says that I´m lazy, so she harped on me that I´d actually have to get a job and earn money, instead of asking my parents for everything (please note, I do not ask my parents for everything; instead of an allowance every other week, I get stuff every now and then). Well, understanding my calling, I stared and my plate and replied monotonously, “Yeah, Shelley, wife and kids are exactly what I´m gonna have when I become a priest.”
Well, that was like throwing a grenade into an oil well. My younger brother came to my protection and said something, but I don´t remember. As I said before, she just went off the charts on the make-fun-of-Alex-meter.´
I don´t remember exactly what she said, but it was something like “What? Are you kidding me? You´ll be the worst priest God´s ever seen. (laughs) You won´t even work, you´re homily each Sunday will a request for money!”
Now, by this time, I was pretty angry, not just because she was mocking me, but because, in essence, she was mocking God and the priesthood. Worst of all, my mom looked at me while SHE was LAUGHING. I ever so slightly shook my head as if to say “please, don´t laugh,” but she must´ve ignored me, because she kept laughing. And so did Shelley.
Shelley kept laughing and rambling, “You´re parish is gonna hate you, because all you´ll do up there is beg for money, and they won´t give it to you. Hahahaha, they´ll probably want to kick you out of the priesthood. Haha, you´ll probably die of starvation, because you won´t want to get another job to make a living. And when you get to heaven, God´s gonna laugh at you and turn you away, because he doesn´t want priests like you in the Church.”
At this point, I just about had it, I really did. I wanted to get up from the table, throw something at her, and just leave. Probably walk over to Doug´s house or something (he lives about ten short blocks down from me). My mom kept laughing, and so did Shelley, but my dad, who actually respects me, just looked down at his plate and kept shaking his head at the comments.
I don´t know what´s going on. It´s like, when something gets better, something else goes bad. I don´t know what to make of all this. Am I some how being tested? Maybe an endurance test to see how much I can handle? I feel horrible about this stuff all the time, like everything somehow is aimed at me, primarily because of my calling.
But I need advice. I need to know what to do and how to handle this situation, and others like it.
–Thanks, AsStAnselmPrays
Also, a great many scientists, doctors, engineers, writers, etc. were priests or religious. Heck, in a time of so many ethical debates, I hope our priests are well-educated! Your honors and AP curriculum is great, and keep up the good work; if you end up in the priesthood, those types of classes will be of great benefit to you, if not for the specific info you learn then for the ways they teach you to think.