A Twist On Father’s Day

I have been toying with a variation on this post for two weeks now and was afraid I would never get it done.

But . . . today is Father’s Day and two, young men that I often thought of as “the sons I never had”,  reached out to wish me well. As crazy as today has been (maybe a story for another day?) the phone call from my girls, all in Texas today, and the two texts from the guys, were a warm, virtual hug. Of course, talking to my dad, not once, not twice, but three times today, while part of the crazy, bridged the miles between us.

 Me with Fr. Patrick at his reception.

This story though is about one of the men, whom I used to call Patrick, but now call Father Patrick.  A high school classmate of our oldest daughter, he started out with law school on his mind but heard God’s voice calling him to be a priest.  (For those of you who might not believe in such a thing, may I suggest you read God, Was That You?) He attended seminary at Mt. St. Mary’s in Emmitsburg, MD which is where I completed my undergraduate studies many years ago.  I have been visiting “The Mount” twice a year since graduating and for the last six years, I would visit with Patrick and take him and some of the other seminarians out to dinner. We have had some great conversations and know a lot about each other.  I was not able to attend his Ordination on June 1st in Savannah, but I did attend his First Mass the next day at his home parish in Augusta, GA. The pictures herein are from the reception following his first Mass. It is customary to receive a new priest’s blessing, which is shown in one of the photos.

Receiving Fr. Patrick’s Blessing at the reception

At a time when The Church is under attack from within and outside, it is comforting to know that there are good, Holy men who are entering the priesthood and who will rebuild the church after the purging is completed. The road to the priesthood is difficult and calls for great, personal sacrifice and while I’m just a friend, I am fiercely proud of his commitment and I am confident that he will be an outstanding priest.

Father’s Day is almost over.  My wife and three daughters spent the weekend together, picking out a gown for Megan’s wedding next year, meeting Andrew’s mother and just spending fun times together.

My heart is happy.

About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Charleston,, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to A Twist On Father’s Day

  1. joyce hoffmann says:

    I hope you realize that because of the person you are that all of those people were there to lift you up on Father’s day.

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  2. It sounds like you had a wonderful Father’s Day Ray. What a treat to talk to those dear to you.

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