A reflection on my first one hundred days of being a priest, I’ll start with the suggestion - it’s much more than facing east. I’m not the only one who doesn’t know what I’m supposed to do, some think I work one day a week – at a pinch maybe two.
There has been some marvellous highs and some daunting lows, what difference I’m making - God only knows. The formation was thorough, the formation is never complete, to be brutally honest I still don’t think I’ve landed on my own two feet.
Advice and encourage - in every which way and direction, the learning takes place not in the doing but upon reflection. Pope Francis extols us... “you are to smell like the sheep”, I’ve seen every human emotion and it’s not only they who weep.
The priestly life is to hatch, match and despatch, where that all happens is in the parishes of Manly and Birkdale - that’s our little patch. Clericalism is the buzz word – it’s on the forefront of my mind, if I hear it one more time, I swear I’ll go blind.
The people make the ministry so fruitful and rewarding they honestly do, I look forward to the moment in every Mass when I say, the peace of the Lord be with you!
I count every Baptism and funeral, it’s where God’s grace is airing, It’s not so much the Cross but the empty tomb, that in these moments we are staring. I’ve wanted to be a priest as long as I can remember, I’ve been informed by my bishop that I’ll be moving on come December. One hundred days... “your greatest resource will be your weakness”, It’s God’s grace and my wounds that I draw on when I bless.
Please pray for me as I do for you, may the peace of the Lord be with you too!