But sometimes I find myself waiting for the one who will make everything right, that is, make me happy. According to the adverts – this is what Christmas is supposed to be: happy time! But we are reminded – he was born in a lowly state. We say he was powerful, but His power was not that which the world seeks. It was the power of care for others, care for the least, care for the greatest. It was care for all people. People like the ones I love and the people that you love; as well as the people whom we may not love, or those who hate us. Are you ready to receive this Christ?
I have sometimes heard people dismiss the sacrament of Reconciliation as either antiquated or presumptuous. I have heard some say “we do not go to confession these days, we go to spiritual direction, therapy or we talk to friends. I do not feel like we need to tell our sins to someone (who may be more sinful than we are) just because the Catechism says we do. Further, there are certain things that are better left unspoken; they are just between me and God.” As it is, the Church prescribes going to Reconciliation once a year, but I am not sure if that is the average. It is an ancient tradition, but somehow it seems like it does not have a place for many people in the current era.
I was just ordained a Jesuit Priest.
The process took (about) eleven years.
Discerning a vocation, though . . . that is something else.
Its what I have been doing all along.
We all have stories that describe who we are.
For me…becoming a priest was not the tale I wanted to tell.
Of course, we often don’t understand vocations
until they are already upon us.
There are the apostles saying “Master, to whom would we go? You have the words of eternal life!” I hear these words and I feel my own heart stir. I have come to believe that the body of Christ is real food, that the blood of Christ is real drink. I have gnawed on the substance and savored the bittersweet essence of the teaching: we are one body in Christ.
I remember the place where I first learned about the body of Christ. Growing up, my home parish was relatively unremarkable …