when i grow up to be a man

The only thing I can remember having specifically said, when I was a kid, that  I wanted to wanted to be when I grew up, was a priest.     There were all sorts of other things I was interested in during those days.   There may have been other things that came up, that I expressed an interest in doing, but I’ve appeared to have plum forgotten them all.    Back in the 1990’s I got a chance to see if I should become a diocesan priest or a professed religious but I didn’t end up becoming one.   I was always quite a very studious intelligent young fellow so I knew there was most certainly no problem with intellectual aptitude or conscientiousness.    Not everyone is cut out for life in that world.    The people in charge have to be extra exceptionally careful whom they accept.   There are all kinds of psychological and emotional requirements that must come into play.    Especially because of all the trouble with the liberals’ attempt to discredit and to destroy irrevocably the Church, and the scandals they’ve been exploiting, everyone has to be wary of any kind of trouble that may ensue if a diocese or religious community were to accept the wrong man for that kind of vocation.

 

 

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/futures-past/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/maverick/

http://abozdar.wordpress.com/2014/05/29/mr-frodo-wang/

http://itsmatthewburgos.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/youre-trying-to-impress-daily-prompt/

http://cvillewinter.wordpress.com/2014/05/28/on-being-golden-2/

http://jitterygt.wordpress.com/2014/05/30/the-vision-to-write/

 

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