For me, I thought I was called, I applied, went through discernment, which nearly killed me, and realized I was not being called. At the end of 12 weeks I was completely exhausted. I’d get up at 5 am every morning. I’d exercise, eat breakfast and commute an hour to work. Then, because the diaconate was in next city to where I worked, I would just have a take out supper and meet my wife at the Catholic High School, where classes where being held. We would have Mass first, at 6:30PM, followed by classes until 9:30. After class there was always fellowship, so I would leave @10PM and get home @11PM. After unwinding and talking with my wife, I’d be in bed about 11:30PM. At the same time as our discernment classes, there were candidates in their last year of training. Their classes lasted until 10PM, which meant if I went on into the program, I wouldn’t get home until 11:30PM or later. This is two nights per week for 5 years. I knew I couldn’t hack it and in fact, I got sick right after I left.
However, it’s a win-win situation. Discernment was great and I learned a lot about the Church, myself and where the Lord wanted me to be. It was not in the diaconate. When I left, I felt a total peace about my descision.
I recommend anyone considering the diaconate, to go for it. Even if you don’t become a deacon, you’ll get much from the experience.
Jim