The untold story began when I was in my senior year in high school. It was the close of the year, graduation then was around the corner. Since it is customary for the school to hold thanksgiving mass for all the graduates, we had one, two days before the graduation rites, If my memory won't fail me. The ribbons, medals and certificates were blessed.
Two days later, we attended the usual Sunday mass in our parish.As we stepped out the church, Fr. Oscar our then parish priest greeted us. He asked me on what would I'll be taking in college.I was still undecided during that time on what to pursue on.I haven't thought of one.He even joked if I wanted to serve the Lord. Being a priest.I was stunned to my amazement. He would be more than willing to assist me whenever I'll respond to the call.
The simple joke just vanished into thin air. I pursued my studies in a christian university in Cebu. I've had experiences with some seminarians in one of my philosophy class. Contrary to what I'm thinking of them, silent and meek like lambs, but it seemed to be the opposite.They are like ferocious beasts.They spearheaded almost every indescent behavior in class. Unfriendly calls to the girls and even grin jokes. I couldn't imagine soon to be servants of the people like them.
My path and our parish priest's, crossed again when I had my vacation to our place in my sophomore year in college.He recollected what he said years back. He again offered me his intention to take the road less traveled. This time around his words kept me pondering, I haven't said yes, nor no either. I just smiled back at him which I think he understands.
Years rolled. I was in my last year in college.One of the activities for graduating octoberians,is the retreat. It aimed to enrich the spiritual aspect of every person. Lots of tears flowed on our checks and sobbed reverberated the retreat house as each participant shared his/her life's survival. The facilitators too, have shared their impressions on us. Our group facilitator uncoincidentally seen in me a priest figure. The same words our parish priest uttered years ago.
The last time I heard the same impression was with one of my officemates before.
I had always been and will always be christian.I was raised in a God-fearing family. Devoted Catholic. I could vividly remember my grandmother tagging me along to the church when I was still a child. The practice, basically was imprinted in my mind up to this time.
I couldn't imagine myself being on a celebate man's shoes. But whose not proud of wearing it.Only those destined has the right to fit the shoes in. Indeed, this question left unanswered to me and to most of us that only time can tell. "Am I destined to be one?"
Two days later, we attended the usual Sunday mass in our parish.As we stepped out the church, Fr. Oscar our then parish priest greeted us. He asked me on what would I'll be taking in college.I was still undecided during that time on what to pursue on.I haven't thought of one.He even joked if I wanted to serve the Lord. Being a priest.I was stunned to my amazement. He would be more than willing to assist me whenever I'll respond to the call.
The simple joke just vanished into thin air. I pursued my studies in a christian university in Cebu. I've had experiences with some seminarians in one of my philosophy class. Contrary to what I'm thinking of them, silent and meek like lambs, but it seemed to be the opposite.They are like ferocious beasts.They spearheaded almost every indescent behavior in class. Unfriendly calls to the girls and even grin jokes. I couldn't imagine soon to be servants of the people like them.
My path and our parish priest's, crossed again when I had my vacation to our place in my sophomore year in college.He recollected what he said years back. He again offered me his intention to take the road less traveled. This time around his words kept me pondering, I haven't said yes, nor no either. I just smiled back at him which I think he understands.
Years rolled. I was in my last year in college.One of the activities for graduating octoberians,is the retreat. It aimed to enrich the spiritual aspect of every person. Lots of tears flowed on our checks and sobbed reverberated the retreat house as each participant shared his/her life's survival. The facilitators too, have shared their impressions on us. Our group facilitator uncoincidentally seen in me a priest figure. The same words our parish priest uttered years ago.
The last time I heard the same impression was with one of my officemates before.
I had always been and will always be christian.I was raised in a God-fearing family. Devoted Catholic. I could vividly remember my grandmother tagging me along to the church when I was still a child. The practice, basically was imprinted in my mind up to this time.
I couldn't imagine myself being on a celebate man's shoes. But whose not proud of wearing it.Only those destined has the right to fit the shoes in. Indeed, this question left unanswered to me and to most of us that only time can tell. "Am I destined to be one?"
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