Yesterday was the Feast of St. Leo the Great. No big deal, right? Even for Catholics. But for me it is a big deal because it was the name of the most fun parish, and my first parish out of the seminary, a new priest. I was not very holy, nor professional. I cried at the gravesides of two children I buried. But back to the fun. We had a parish bowling league and a parish softball league and lots of parties. Lots of young families and kids everywhere. I partied too much and prayed too little, making good friends along the way. The people taught me what was important to them even if I did not do it well. I was terrible at church services, recreating my own liturgies. Houston climate can be punishing but with friends and fun it became a magical place. I cried when I left. Not very professional. Now I am at the monastery, years later, seeing if I can get holy. But I still think I would prefer fun with friends. I will burn.
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In my heart, I would always take love and emotions over a "professional" nature. That type of relationship is a shoulder to shoulder experience, someone who can walk through grief and joy with you. Your beautiful heart is part of you, and I for one hope you don't become too "professional". :) With love, hugs and gratitude across the miles!
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