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A beautiful thing happened today.
Last summer, I got a message after posting something random on this here platform. It became a wonderful back-and-forth exchange of letters and books and prayer intentions with a young man who is about to be received into the Church.
Last summer, I got a message after posting something random on this here platform. It became a wonderful back-and-forth exchange of letters and books and prayer intentions with a young man who is about to be received into the Church.
He asked me to be his sponsor, even though we& #39;ve never met. And it& #39;s my joy, even though I can& #39;t travel to be present for him.
Today, he FaceTimed me with his pastor, I *think* so his pastor could assess whether or not I am a crazy person, which, let& #39;s face it.
Today, he FaceTimed me with his pastor, I *think* so his pastor could assess whether or not I am a crazy person, which, let& #39;s face it.
If I were a priest and a fellow came to me for formation and volunteered that a random twitter person had agreed to be his sponsor, I& #39;d check on that situation, too.
We sat and talked for an hour. I cried. We prayed. We shared parts of our life and conversion stories. We talked about the struggles of the priesthood and the laity in this moment. We marveled at how God appears--and works actively--in the most unlikely places and ways.
In the course of our conversation I discovered this priest is one or two degrees removed from a whole bunch of people I love, respect, or both. We talked about books and kids and vocations. And I was filled with joy and hope on a bleak day.
Last night we celebrated the institution of the priesthood and of the Eucharist. The Last Supper gives way to the ever-present Eucharist and Christ transforms his disciples into his priests with the washing of their feet.
It is not always easy to be a Catholic. How much harder it may be to be a Catholic priest! Even as we pray without ceasing for truth, justice, mercy, and purification of the Body of Christ--the Church--let& #39;s also pray and give thanks for the good and holy priests in the vineyard.
I& #39;m so grateful for Twitter, which has been and continues to be the nexus of so many beautiful, embodied, real friendships.
