Reflections inspired by Archbishop Hughes’ Penance Service

It seems appropriate that I’m looking back and writing these reflections today. Several of my brother seminarians, some dear friends, and a few of my kids are in Washington DC for the March for Life. It is appropriate that we reflect on penance and repentance as we look back on what is one of the darkest “rights” to ever have been granted citizens in the United States, a “right” that, at the same time, negated the most basic right of another group of people. Continue reading “Reflections inspired by Archbishop Hughes’ Penance Service”

My first retreat as a seminarian

Well, I went on a retreat last week. It was a different retreat than I’ve ever been on before. This was a preached retreat, but, other than the preaching itself (and Mass, Office, etc), the retreat was in silence. So I was basically in silence from Tuesday evening until Saturday night. That was a challenge at many points, but it was also illuminating. It proved a wonderful transition into the deeper spiritual life of the seminary. In this post, I want to share some of my thoughts and a few excerpts from my journal on the retreat. It may be a bit disjointed. I’m not sure there’s an elegant way to weave all of them together without wasting piles of space trying to artificially link things together. Continue reading “My first retreat as a seminarian”

A new life – The last last and the first first

So I had my last last on Sunday. I said my goodbyes to some friends and my kids at church who I will miss deeply. There were a lot of tears. Several of the kids and a few adults actually met me at Starbucks to visit a little before we finally said goodbye. There were more tears. The ladies sitting at the next table over actually told us that we started them crying as we all said goodbye. It’s a good feeling to be as accepted as I’ve been there, but it’s also sad to leave. Continue reading “A new life – The last last and the first first”

Vocaaaaaareeeeeeeeee (in a Dean Martin Voice)

People have asked me on several occasions why I want to be a priest. They want to know how I know it’s right for me. Well, I don’t know that it’s right for me. I read once that various Bishops have said that “No man knows he’s called to be a priest until I place my hands on his head.” So, for now, I can’t truly say that I’m 100% on this, but I’m confident that it’s where I need to follow next. Continue reading “Vocaaaaaareeeeeeeeee (in a Dean Martin Voice)”