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For a time, I really wanted to be a priest. I didn’t realize it, but my girlfriend did. At this point, we had been dating for about 5 years (she won’t let me marry her until she finishes grad school
) and she pretty much forced me to take the time to discern what my calling was. I could feel a pull to the service of the Church. I spent a lot of time before the Blessed Sacrament in my parish’s adoration chapel.
I was afraid, to say the least. I prayed and asked questions, but never direct questions. The Holy Spirit took me through my paces, showing me what it was I was being pulled towards. It was probably a month or so before I even worked up the courage to ask if I should be a priest. And to that, I was given no answer. When I asked again later, the response was, ‘What are My priests?’ I thought it was kind of an easy question. I had been around priests all my life, I was an altar boy for 5 years (my church did not allow altar girls, and yes it does matter.), and I came from an actively catholic family, so I thought it was obvious. But the more I thought about it, I couldn’t put a solid outline on what a priest was; or, more appropriately, what duties *required *a priest, and what didn’t. So I did my homework. I went through all sorts of theological resources, learning about the meaning and purpose of priests: acting in Persona Christi, forgiving sins, offering the sacrifice of the mass, etc. The more I learned, the more I grew to admire what it really meant to be a priest. Yet, for all my admiration, it was not what I was being pulled to.
By the end of it, I came to the conclusion that a priest is not what I am called to. And no, celibacy is not the issue (I’ve behaved thus far; I don’t see why I can’t continue). I know I am still called to the direct service of Holy Mother Church, but I am not sure as to what capacity, yet. I’m still young, so I have plenty of time to find out. Now if I ever marry my girlfriend (if she ever finishes school) I would be so proud to raise a son that becomes a priest.
I was afraid, to say the least. I prayed and asked questions, but never direct questions. The Holy Spirit took me through my paces, showing me what it was I was being pulled towards. It was probably a month or so before I even worked up the courage to ask if I should be a priest. And to that, I was given no answer. When I asked again later, the response was, ‘What are My priests?’ I thought it was kind of an easy question. I had been around priests all my life, I was an altar boy for 5 years (my church did not allow altar girls, and yes it does matter.), and I came from an actively catholic family, so I thought it was obvious. But the more I thought about it, I couldn’t put a solid outline on what a priest was; or, more appropriately, what duties *required *a priest, and what didn’t. So I did my homework. I went through all sorts of theological resources, learning about the meaning and purpose of priests: acting in Persona Christi, forgiving sins, offering the sacrifice of the mass, etc. The more I learned, the more I grew to admire what it really meant to be a priest. Yet, for all my admiration, it was not what I was being pulled to.
By the end of it, I came to the conclusion that a priest is not what I am called to. And no, celibacy is not the issue (I’ve behaved thus far; I don’t see why I can’t continue). I know I am still called to the direct service of Holy Mother Church, but I am not sure as to what capacity, yet. I’m still young, so I have plenty of time to find out. Now if I ever marry my girlfriend (if she ever finishes school) I would be so proud to raise a son that becomes a priest.