FOX
911: "Calling
on My Mind"
"Let
no temptation take hold on you, but such as is human. And God is
faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that which you
are able: but will make also with temptation issue, that you may be
able to bear it."
~
1 Cor 10:13
"For which thing thrice I besought
the Lord, that it might depart from me. And he said to me: My grace
is sufficient for thee; for power is made perfect in infirmity."
If
only it wasn't in Georgia but anywhere else! And here: everything
was against him. His origins, his health, his...
At least his
sex was not. The diocesan
"bishop"
sympathetic
to the
Congregation
still
did
not even attempt to ordain women. Which is not a small thing as the
entity popularly known as the "Novus
Ordo
church"
has
been doing just
that for
years now.
Still
everything
else
seemed to be against him.
His past, his character... His
age! He
was well over his mid-thirties. Truth be told, he was much nearer the
forty-year mark. Who would have thought of entering a seminary at
such a point in his life?
The
moral character did not pose a problem. The attitude did, as anyone
who'd ever encountered "a stubborn Pole" will know. What
passes for this "stubbornness" (inseparably connected with
accusations of "morbid individuality") is only too often
astuteness. Intelligence. Being men of principle. Which foreigners
are not rarely lacking in. Which is hard to admit.
So:
Georgia. No place for one like him. But on the other hand: too old,
too tired for a change. It's now or never. Or at least he thought so.
Make this one last push. Make them let him continue his studies.
Did
he drink? He did not. Excessively? No, definitely not. Was he a
womanizer? Maybe had been. If
so, these
days were over for good. For better or for worse.
"For
better or for worse." Just like that! If his plans do not come
to fruition... There are always alternatives. But let's not
think about that for the time being.
F-911
* * * _ _ _ * * * F-911 * * * _ _ _ * * * F-911
How
could that be? They threw him out. Dumped him. Kicked him. Not
literally, of course, but you get the picture. "No place for
someone like you, sorry". Could
he do anything, anything at all, to be given one more chance? "Sorry,
son". Son!
He could have been father to some of the seminary's big shots.
So
be it.
A
year passed, two... No way.
No way!
No
way!
How is
he ever
gonna fulfil
his calling? The doors of all semi-trad seminaries were closed to
him. Shut tight. By his own choice. To dig in his heels and knock on
the doors of another semi-trad organization he was not able; to make
an attempt at entering a full-blown Novus Ordo seminary again he was
ashamed.
How
to solve the conundrum? No chance of returning to the seminary of his
choice. No chance of starting at another one that might be acceptable
(tolerable, to be honest). Trying for the Novus Ordo structure – no
chance! What then?
Then
it necessarily follows that God is preventing him from fulfilling his
vocation. That much seems pretty obvious. He tried as hard as he
could. Not once, not twice, not even thrice.
Circumstances.
The Creator put him in such a position, such a place, such a time
that it is well-nigh impossible to do what is demanded of him. That
must be it. Maybe... other days, other times... If he had been born
in the nineteenth century, it would have been different. If two
hundred years ago – same story. Becoming a priest would've been a
piece of cake. Damned modernity! And the One who allows it. Lets it
be as it is. The One reaping where He sows not. HE WHO IS somewhat
neglectful of empowering His weak creature to fulfil its vocation. "I
should have been a priest!". He's never been more sure of
anything in his whole fricking life. He gnashed his teeth.
And
the Lord answering, said to him: . . . . Had
He only been given a chance. Not one Catholic would have had any
doubts that... He would have kept
His end of the promise.
If
only he believed...
