one down, five hundred and sixty three to go

I looked at my calendar today and realized that I have been ordained for exactly one month.  Now, I don’t believe in any of that hocus-pocus that says the ordained person is somehow of a different nature from the lay person.  That’s what I call a power-trip and an inflated ego.  I’m no different from you, from the Pope, from our earliest bipedal ancestors.

But, in one sense, I am different.  In the course of this month, the black shirt of a clergy person has brought me to all sorts of scenarios that a layperson wouldn’t have encountered.  I’ve been to hospitals, federal courthouses, coffee shops, wedding receptions, and funerals with this black shirt and white collar.  I made eye contact with a nun, and we both instantly understood the others’ spiritual/sartorial situation.  I’ve put my arm around a near stranger who was grieving at a graveside, simply because I represented a big Something.

Please, don’t think I have a big head.  It’s the farthest thing from that.  Instead, I realize how little I am and how great God is.  I’ve been ordained for 1 month; I have 563 months to go until I have to retire at 72.  I pray that I am 563 times more humble by then.

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