The story of a man

This was my journal entry during my holy hour a few months back. It has delayed publishing because I wanted to clean it up a little with the help of a few trusted friends to give advice on it. Some advice I took. Some I opted to go my own way. I should also point out that I wrote this about a man simply because it is a bit of self reflection, and (in case you didn’t know), I am a man. I didn’t want to use sexually neutral pronouns because the reflection was to follow a single person in life – even though there are some points where we watch a choice that has to happen, and we have no way to know which way our man chose to go. Continue reading “The story of a man”

A philosopher and a theologian  walk into a bar

I think you’re going to start seeing more of me.

I started this blog after I had begun to work on applying and attending seminary, but a few years before I finally applied and was accepted as a seminarian for the Diocese of Nashville. At the beginning, it was a bit of a catharsis to deal with some challenges in my life at the time. I also thought it would be a fun hobby and keep me busy. Continue reading “A philosopher and a theologian  walk into a bar”

Never waste suffering – Part I: The narrative

5K Finish Line
Crossing the finish line at 45 minutes in my first, and what would prove to be my only 5K.

I was doing so well.
I was running and training and trying to be healthy several times a week.
I ran my first 5K.
I was getting healthy.
I was facing down my demons from life and growing to know, accept, and love myself.
Then, as Lent wound to a close, some of the greatest trials you can imagine came to challenge me.
A friend shut me out of their life.
I bent down wrong and threw my back out.
Things began to unravel.
Why today? Why now? Continue reading “Never waste suffering – Part I: The narrative”

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”

Arrived and unpacked… mostly

Well, I arrived at the seminary on Friday morning. I left Red Boiling Springs Thursday just before noon, and spent the night in a Motel 6 in Slidell, LA before driving the last half hour or so Friday morning. I had to spend the night so close just because I had to arrive at the seminary during business hours to get in. Now, though, I have a key, and I know my way around, so I can come and go as I please – although I don’t do much coming or going. Continue reading “Arrived and unpacked… mostly”