Monday, May 26, 2014
THE LAST SUPPER: FATHER DAWID'S 21 MINUTE HOMILY, YES, 21 MINUTES--I FAILED FOR I TAUGHT HIM NO MORE THAN 5 MINUTES!
After listening to this for the second time, the first in person, I felt like that perhaps I needed to take out my violin and play it for poor, Father Dawid and how hard he had it in his first month of priesthood. I suspect like any Polish mommy's boy (I can say this as an Italian with an Italian mother) that he wanted his mommy to hold his hand and make it easy for him.
But no, the Holy Spirit knew (as did I by-the-way) that this boy priest needed to become a man-priest and didn't need his mommy or daddy holding his hand and that his priesthood isn't about him and his needs but ministering to people in life and death and showing forth the resurrection.
Being a priest isn't kumbuya singing while holding hands and comfort and glory for those God has chosen for his ordained priesthood. I hope Father Dawid's generation of seminarians and priests understand this and give thanks to God for pastors who don't hold adult men priests hand and pat them on the head. We don't need boy-priests, we need men priests.
So this is my song to Father Dawid whose crossfit training needs to be applied to his priesthood and to help him to know that in his first three weeks with me in the parish while I was absent, he graduated from being a boy priest with silly expectations about the priesthood into a man priest who understood what it was about (skip the ad if it appears):