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I have recently come to realise just how dull the religious life seems to me. Don’t get me wrong, there are some fantastic religious brothers (I’m temporarily living with 12 of them!) who do some amazing work in the world. I just mean it feels dull to me, and I act in a dull way.
Basically, I think I want religious life for all the wrong reasons - as a single man, only child, and convert, without many close friends, currently taking a PhD with no clear career goals in my late 20’s, I guess religious life is quite secure - I know I wouldn’t ever have to worry about my finances again, or about where I’d live, or about living alone or dying alone. It’s also an excuse for not needing to do anything amazing with my life - I could excuse my failure to make a deep impact on the academic world by saying ‘well, I would’ve changed the face of Catholic education, but 5 years into my magnum opus I had to leave to be provincial bursar’, or whatever. As someone with a history of anxiety disorder, I know I often fear the worst, and religious life would be a way of escaping the worst, a way of settling for security, not so much a sacrifice as a trade-off. It’s true that I don’t sin as much when I’m here, but I also don’t even feel that I do as much good as the average married person, and certainly nowhere near as much good as I do when I’m at home and actively involved in the Legion of Mary! I know we’re called to throw our lives away for Christ, but this just seems like the wrong kind, the wrong definition of throwing my life away. Am I wrong?
Religious life shouldn’t be that way, and Christian life shouldn’t be that way. It’s not about security, but about taking a risk. I feel excited by the prospect of married life, I even feel excited about the thought of single life in the world, if it allows me to dedicate myself completely to God’s work. I’ve started thinking recently about the life of St Benedict Joseph Labre, the wandering pilgrim saint, and the thought of living a life of radical adventure like that, it seems like a genuinely heroic thing to do. Even as a married man or a permanent Deacon living in a local community, I could still be heroic in giving what I can to those around me, being a faithful witness to my kids.
At the same time, this morning’s reading at Morning Prayer was all about the world being subjected to futility in hope of transformation. Maybe I need to accept that, in reality, I probably could have a great career, a happy marriage, an important role building up the Church locally and through my writing, but that at the end of the day it would still be futile unless the One who subjected the world to futility in hope blesses it. In that case, I may as well accept the futility any vocation, and the objective superiority of living the religious life under the evangelical counsels. It would be the sacrifice of not even allowing myself the excitement of finding out whether I could make a go of life in the world, of just accepting that futility in love and hope, the hope that God can bring good out of it.
The one thing that worries me is that I don’t want to waste more of my life. I’m 27 now, and have another year to go of my PhD. I don’t want to find myself, 5 years on, about to get married, on the way to academic tenure and a promising career, finally realising that, now that I have something to sacrifice, God wants me to sacrifice it and go into religious life. I know that my own anxious mind would bring that thought up and dash all my hopes down if I ever did find myself in that position again (I was engaged and in a promising career 3 years ago, prior to my confirmation, and wrecked it because I was afraid that God was asking me to give it all up to become a religious, and tried to run away from that call), though I don’t know if that anxiety would be from God, it certainly wasn’t from Him the first time.
Yes, I know, tell a Spiritual Director - believe me, I will - all the same, I just wondered if anyone else had had a similar experience? Is it always wrong to enter religious life for these reasons? I know, historically, a lot of the people who entered monasteries in the Middle Ages had such an approach, it wasn’t a bad lifestyle, and nobody needed to know. Maybe the ‘vocations crisis’ is in part due to people always examining their motives on such a deep level. Maybe it was easier for the Church to get an adequate supply of adequate priests - true saints have always been few and far between - when people just accepted that it was as well to accept the clerical state as their lot in life?
Basically, I think I want religious life for all the wrong reasons - as a single man, only child, and convert, without many close friends, currently taking a PhD with no clear career goals in my late 20’s, I guess religious life is quite secure - I know I wouldn’t ever have to worry about my finances again, or about where I’d live, or about living alone or dying alone. It’s also an excuse for not needing to do anything amazing with my life - I could excuse my failure to make a deep impact on the academic world by saying ‘well, I would’ve changed the face of Catholic education, but 5 years into my magnum opus I had to leave to be provincial bursar’, or whatever. As someone with a history of anxiety disorder, I know I often fear the worst, and religious life would be a way of escaping the worst, a way of settling for security, not so much a sacrifice as a trade-off. It’s true that I don’t sin as much when I’m here, but I also don’t even feel that I do as much good as the average married person, and certainly nowhere near as much good as I do when I’m at home and actively involved in the Legion of Mary! I know we’re called to throw our lives away for Christ, but this just seems like the wrong kind, the wrong definition of throwing my life away. Am I wrong?
Religious life shouldn’t be that way, and Christian life shouldn’t be that way. It’s not about security, but about taking a risk. I feel excited by the prospect of married life, I even feel excited about the thought of single life in the world, if it allows me to dedicate myself completely to God’s work. I’ve started thinking recently about the life of St Benedict Joseph Labre, the wandering pilgrim saint, and the thought of living a life of radical adventure like that, it seems like a genuinely heroic thing to do. Even as a married man or a permanent Deacon living in a local community, I could still be heroic in giving what I can to those around me, being a faithful witness to my kids.
At the same time, this morning’s reading at Morning Prayer was all about the world being subjected to futility in hope of transformation. Maybe I need to accept that, in reality, I probably could have a great career, a happy marriage, an important role building up the Church locally and through my writing, but that at the end of the day it would still be futile unless the One who subjected the world to futility in hope blesses it. In that case, I may as well accept the futility any vocation, and the objective superiority of living the religious life under the evangelical counsels. It would be the sacrifice of not even allowing myself the excitement of finding out whether I could make a go of life in the world, of just accepting that futility in love and hope, the hope that God can bring good out of it.
The one thing that worries me is that I don’t want to waste more of my life. I’m 27 now, and have another year to go of my PhD. I don’t want to find myself, 5 years on, about to get married, on the way to academic tenure and a promising career, finally realising that, now that I have something to sacrifice, God wants me to sacrifice it and go into religious life. I know that my own anxious mind would bring that thought up and dash all my hopes down if I ever did find myself in that position again (I was engaged and in a promising career 3 years ago, prior to my confirmation, and wrecked it because I was afraid that God was asking me to give it all up to become a religious, and tried to run away from that call), though I don’t know if that anxiety would be from God, it certainly wasn’t from Him the first time.
Yes, I know, tell a Spiritual Director - believe me, I will - all the same, I just wondered if anyone else had had a similar experience? Is it always wrong to enter religious life for these reasons? I know, historically, a lot of the people who entered monasteries in the Middle Ages had such an approach, it wasn’t a bad lifestyle, and nobody needed to know. Maybe the ‘vocations crisis’ is in part due to people always examining their motives on such a deep level. Maybe it was easier for the Church to get an adequate supply of adequate priests - true saints have always been few and far between - when people just accepted that it was as well to accept the clerical state as their lot in life?