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Cruikshank_s
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Here’s the deal:
I’ve felt for many years that I’m called to the priesthood. However, through family distaste and my own foolish actions it’s become a much harder discernment process than expected. I’m 21 and a junior in college. When I was a senior in High School, I told my parents I was thinking of becoming a priest. They reluctantly agreed to allow me to speak with the vocations director. I had been very active in the Church through youth ministry and altar serving. Through it all (about 2 years) My parents would use my desire to be a priest against me. For example: My room was left a mess: “How can you expect to be a priest when you live like this!” I would smart mouth my mom or dad: “How dare you treat me like that! And you think you’re all holy wanting to be a priest! You should be ashamed of yourself!” etc etc etc over and over again.
I know I’m not worthy. I know I’m a miserable sinner. I know I’m a bad son sometimes. I know I probably wouldn’t be the best priest. I know I can have a temper. I know I can be messy. But what I couldn’t seem to explain was that I felt deep inside me that I was meant to be a priest despite all of that.
I got extremely depressed because of it all, and one night when my mom was picking at it, I went off. I just blew up. I told my parents that I hated the priests who would bug me about a vocation. I told them I didn’t want anything to do with the priesthood. I told them a lot of things. I just hated the fact that my vocation was constantly being used as a way to increase my already unhealthy sense of unworthiness. All it ever did was support my being put down.
I changed my major to health science in the hopes of being a surgical nurse. I pretended to enjoy it, I pretended to forget my vocation. all the while I was seeing a spiritual director and talking about God’s will for me in secret. I planned on getting my degree and holding a job for at least a year. Then once I was out of the house and financially stable I would do what I really wanted to do and join the seminary. That way I could find out once and for all weather or not I was truly meant to be a priest.
This semester I quit my health classes and took 12 units of stuff I actually enjoy. Photography, spanish, psychology, and a fitness class. I haven’t yet told my parents. I want now, more than ever to follow my heart and try out this seminary thing and apply for the fall of next year. How would you, put in my situation explain this to your parents? I’m planning on telling them this week.
I’ve felt for many years that I’m called to the priesthood. However, through family distaste and my own foolish actions it’s become a much harder discernment process than expected. I’m 21 and a junior in college. When I was a senior in High School, I told my parents I was thinking of becoming a priest. They reluctantly agreed to allow me to speak with the vocations director. I had been very active in the Church through youth ministry and altar serving. Through it all (about 2 years) My parents would use my desire to be a priest against me. For example: My room was left a mess: “How can you expect to be a priest when you live like this!” I would smart mouth my mom or dad: “How dare you treat me like that! And you think you’re all holy wanting to be a priest! You should be ashamed of yourself!” etc etc etc over and over again.
I know I’m not worthy. I know I’m a miserable sinner. I know I’m a bad son sometimes. I know I probably wouldn’t be the best priest. I know I can have a temper. I know I can be messy. But what I couldn’t seem to explain was that I felt deep inside me that I was meant to be a priest despite all of that.
I got extremely depressed because of it all, and one night when my mom was picking at it, I went off. I just blew up. I told my parents that I hated the priests who would bug me about a vocation. I told them I didn’t want anything to do with the priesthood. I told them a lot of things. I just hated the fact that my vocation was constantly being used as a way to increase my already unhealthy sense of unworthiness. All it ever did was support my being put down.
I changed my major to health science in the hopes of being a surgical nurse. I pretended to enjoy it, I pretended to forget my vocation. all the while I was seeing a spiritual director and talking about God’s will for me in secret. I planned on getting my degree and holding a job for at least a year. Then once I was out of the house and financially stable I would do what I really wanted to do and join the seminary. That way I could find out once and for all weather or not I was truly meant to be a priest.
This semester I quit my health classes and took 12 units of stuff I actually enjoy. Photography, spanish, psychology, and a fitness class. I haven’t yet told my parents. I want now, more than ever to follow my heart and try out this seminary thing and apply for the fall of next year. How would you, put in my situation explain this to your parents? I’m planning on telling them this week.
