This weekend I went on a silent retreat at a local abbey. I was expecting it to be a guided retreat, with talks and reflections and things like that, but I was surprised to find out when I arrived that it would be an unguided retreat. At first I was a bit disappointed, but when I thought about it I started to think that it was providential, considering the fact that I had some pretty major things on my mind when I arrived at the abbey.
I guess the biggest thing that was on my mind going into last weekend was the question that any Christian who is serious about his faith has: What is God calling me to? The priesthood is pretty much ruled out, considering the fact that the Vatican has stated very clearly that men with deeply-ingrained homosexual tendencies are not candidates for Holy Orders, the sacrament by which a man is configured to Christ as a priest. And I most definitely have deeply-ingrained homosexual attractions. I think they would probably have a similar requirement for the diaconate, but I’m not sure. The diaconate doesn’t have much appeal to me anyway. Neither does life as a religious. But I was thinking that perhaps God was calling me to live my Christian faith in a very radical way by becoming (materially) poor and serving the poor. There are a number of reasons why I thought that maybe God was calling me to live such a life, but I won’t bore you with all the details.
So anyway, as I said this was an eye-opening weekend for many reasons. Even though this was a silent retreat, and there were no talks given by a priest or anything like that, the Lord really spoke to me through my prayers and through my scripture reading. He really helped me to learn a lot about myself. One very important thing that I learned is that when God calls, or at least when I think he does, I get scared. And I was definitely scared on some level as I was considering whether or not God is calling me to serve the poor on a deeper level. I came up with every reason to justify why I thought I wasn’t ready for such a step, and I started worrying about what would happen when I retire if I stopped working (which I would have to do to serve the poor in this way) and didn’t contribute to a 401(k) for a few years, or maybe longer. Things like that. Looking back on it now, I know that was the devil, trying to scare me. But on Saturday, our Lord really answered these fears through my scripture reading. I was reading the Gospel according to St. Matthew, and I came across this reading:
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