With my last paper turned in and exam taken, another school year comes to a close. Free at last! Over these past eight months, I’ve learned a tremendous amount about the Church and Scripture, acquired skills in preaching and pastoral care, and explored new visions of liturgy and prayer. When I think about to where I was in August, I’m just truly amazed at how much I didn’t know, and continue to be inspired to learn more.

But that will have to wait.

With the close of the semester and the books put away, I’m finally able to make two announcements that have been developing all year.

Internship year

As I’ve mentioned too many times to count or cite, the formation process is a long one with many stages. After completing three years of school, it’s time for me to enter the final stage of formation before taking solemn vows: internship. Placed right before one petitions to take final vows (God willing, August 2017), the internship year is intended to be a time of discernment, taking a leave of absence from one’s studies to gain pastoral experience in the province as a full-time minister and to live in fraternity outside of the “safety” and structure of a formation house. As someone who is not solemnly professed or ordained, and given that it will only last one year, the experience is but a taste of what the rest of my life will be like as a friar. But it is an important and long-awaited taste.

So where will this be taking place? I’m happy to announce that I will be living and ministering at Immaculate Conception Church in Durham, NC. It’s a vibrant multi-cultural parish in one of the best places in the country (not biased!), with more things going on that I can possibly find time for. At this point, I’m not entirely sure what I’ll be doing, but there is a lot of options when it comes to adult faith formation, justice and peace work, prison ministry, elementary school help, liturgical preparation, and general pastoral work in all capacities. It is definitely an exciting place to be and I’m really looking forward to starting this stage of my life in August.

Summer Immersion experience

The reason I say in August rather than in a few weeks is because there is a second, potentially more interesting announcement to this post. On May 31 I will be traveling to Mexico with another student friar to live and work with the Franciscans for two months.

While our main task will be spending 3-4 hours a day in private tutoring sessions to become more proficient in Spanish, it will definitely be more than a language immersion experience. Living at a migrant center on the Guatemalan border, our days will be spent with people so desperate that they’re willing to travel hundreds, even thousands of miles, with little-to-no money, contacts, or place to stay, face danger of violence and abduction along the way, and be greeted with hatred and inhospitality in their new country. They are in need of sustenance, housing and medical care, for sure, but they are also in dire need of safety, respect, and someone to advocate for them. No doubt, this will be an experience like none other for me, and I hope to be able to share it through written reflections this summer and potentially a video when I return.

Until then, it’s time to pack up my things, kick my feet up, and glory in the fact that I’m done going to school for 15 months! Here’s to moving out!

After a two-week long hiatus, I’m back on the blog and ready to start the new year. I had a fantastic ten-day vacation (once again traveling nearly 1200 miles!), spending four days with my family, visiting three friar communities, and opening the new year with ten friends from college. It was good to go home, but after it all, it’s also great to be back.

Or, at least it was… for the hour that I made it back to D.C. on Sunday. After my final leg of the 1200 mile vacation extravaganza, I was back in the car for a three-and-a-half hour drive to New Jersey with the friars. Another vacation? Not exactly…

12491797_10153930733136424_4081137593281048207_oEach January, all of the friars in formation (minus the novices in Wisconsin) attend a workshop together on a Franciscan topic related to our life and ministry. These are no “cupcake” topics either. In years past, we’ve had presentations about the Franciscan theology of the Trinity, the relationship between the Franciscan Order and Islam, and the contemplative dimension of leadership (given by a former Vice President of a Fortune 500 company). This year was no different: we were privileged to welcome Fr. Michael Blastic, OFM, one of the foremost Franciscan scholars in the English-speaking world, to discuss the connection between St. Francis, the Second Vatican council, and Pope Francis. As one would expect, the content was fantastic and our discussions were lively and fruitful.

And alone, it would have been great; a quality workshop for our intellectual formation. But intersession is not just a workshop. As Franciscans, our formation is not just intellectual, it’s prayerful, emotional, and absolutely social.

Outside of the designated times for lecture and discussion each day, when we weren’t praying or at meals, we spent our time together truly enjoying each other’s company. Away from school and ministry in the comfortable confines of a retreat center, without stress or distraction, we were free to simply be ourselves, together. It was time to catch up with the guys out on their internship year (final year of formation before solemn profession) and to mix a little more with those in different levels of formation. All told, it may not sound like much, but is always a blessed time of the year filled with laughter, relaxation,  and brotherly love, a time to share our lives with the other men going through the process together.

And alone, it would have been an inspiring and rejuvenating week. But there was more.

12493410_10153930734676424_7948693549053161023_oNot only did the friars from SPUFY (Solemnly Professed Under Five Years… we love acronyms in religious life) meet at the same time and place as us, offering a unique opportunity for recreation each night, on Wednesday we welcomed 50 of the 70 friars in our province under the age of 55 for an unprecedented meeting about the future of the Franciscans as we enter a period of restructuring and revitalization. For 24 hours, we discussed our vision for the Franciscans in the country, shared our hopes and fears, and debated on the best way to make that happen. Although I can’t share the specifics of what we discussed, there are few things that stuck out to me:

  1. The numbers are so much more significant when they have faces. So often in the Church we talk about declining numbers, lack of vocations, and a very bleak future. In our province, we talk about how few guys we will have in the future to run our ministries. And it’s all true… based on the expectations of the 1950s. But standing before me this week were fifty men who have devoted their lives to radically living the Gospel. And that’s not even all of them. To think that we have seventy men in the peak of their lives, in our province alone, that are committed to the same life as I am, is incredibly encouraging (not to mention the 240 other men who happen to be 56 or older, many of whom run the province). Too often you see a religious community with 2-3 new members, men or women, under the age of 55, surrounded by 100 others on the verge of retirement. Not the Franciscans. Not Holy Name Province. There is a strong future ahead of us.
  2. I love these guys. Not only are there enough men to create a viable community for years to come, there are enough quality men to sustain me for the rest of my life. For many, I’m sure it was nothing more than another tedious meeting (and parts of it was…); for me, it was a strong re-affirmation of my vocation. These men make me laugh. They do incredible work. They love each other. They inspire me. Whether we all want to admit it or not, there are really only two questions that we ever want to answer: Who am i? and Who’s going to love me? Being with a group like this, even for a day, reminds me how blessed I am that I can answer both of these questions with joy and confidence.
  3. We don’t have to get along to be brothers. While the love of Jesus and his Church certainly bound the men in the room, very little else did. In the fifty guys present, it was hard to miss how diverse we are at times when it comes to country of origin, culture, political leaning, vision for the Church, definition of friar life, ideal lifestyle, and personality. It was hard to miss how we don’t get along sometimes. It was hard to miss how, dare I say, certain guys actually don’t like each other. Gasp! Sounds kind of like… I don’t know… every other situation in the world! While some would point to conflict and division as signs of weakness, I see it as one of the strongest points of witness that we have to offer the world. Here we are, men with personalities, egos, issues, etc., and yet we’re willing to come together for something greater rather than giving up on the people and things that annoy us. Do we do it perfectly? Absolutely not. But what I saw in this gathering was enough to brag about: we have at least fifty men that are willing to at least try to follow Jesus in his mission, accepting each other, not because we want to but because Jesus did it first.

In total, it was a rejuvenating, inspiring week with my “young” peers. Together with the guys in formation, those recently professed and navigating their first assignments, and those men who are coming into their prime of their friar lives, I saw that there is a lot to look forward to as a province, and a lot of inspiration for my own personal road ahead. I do not know what the restructuring and revitalization of our Order in the US will look like in five years, but I’m excited to be a part of it.

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As a final note, I’m in the process of working on two new videos and planning a few more after the semester gets started, so check back soon!

(Cover photo by Christian Seno, OFM. Body photos by Basil Valente, OFM.)

Yesterday was just like any other day. I woke up around 6:30, prayed morning prayer with the brothers, and went to Catholic University for many hours. Oh, and how could I forget? We ordered pizza for dinner because we didn’t get home until 8:30. Other than that, pretty normal.

Said no one in D.C.

Yesterday was one of the craziest, most chaotic, exciting, and uncomfortable days of my life. Yes, I got to see the pope. From less than 15 feet away, actually. But the day was much more than just that. It was an adventure.

Our day started at 10:00 when five of us left Holy Name College for downtown. I would like to point out that the mass did not start until 4:15… This selfie, taken by Michael Reyes, OFM and posted by Christian Seno, OFM, was picked up by CNN and NBC and allegedly aired on television. We’re famous!
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Because the whole area was a mess, and because the DC Metro is not known for its reliability or success in keeping trains from catching on fire, we parked at the Franciscan Monastery of the Holy Land and walked the few blocks up to campus. Or that was our plan, at least. This picture was taken when we were just a block away and thought we were almost there.

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This was our view on the other side of the bridge. Yikes! There were four entrances designated by color on one’s ticket. We needed to get to the purple gate, on the other side of this mess, but were obviously not allowed through this mess. So… we walked to the left and completely around. Total, we walked about 2.36 miles, not 100% sure if we were going the right way until we arrived.

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When we arrived, we were disappointed to find two things: the line was equally as long and slow-moving as the other gate, and they were accepting all tickets at all gates, so we walked for 40 extra minutes for no reason. The line was unbearable slow, taking between one and two hours to make it through.

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There was one perk to waiting in line, though. There amidst the crowds was Cardinal Tagle of the Philippines, patiently waiting with everyone else and graciously speaking and taking pictures with anyone who asked. There is a reason that he is so liked and why many believe his humility could land him a job in the Vatican after this Francis guy is done…

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Eventually we made it in, along with 25,000 of our closest friends. It was a beautiful day, and the energy was just wonderful. I didn’t particularly like to see all of the venders around selling trinkets and merchandise–I’m not sure how Pope Francis would feel about being the literal face of consumerism–but it was incredible to so many excited people.

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As seminarians and religious, our seats were inside, a bit of an irony on two levels: they were the most comfortable due to the air conditioning (something that Francis would probably not reserve for the shepherds!) and the farthest away from the actual mass, which was outside. Where we sat was off to the side, and so we couldn’t see him processes in…

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…but we did get to see him process outside! Where we were sitting was only four rows from where Pope Francis walked by to celebrate mass; we were within 10-15 feet from him!

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As far as the mass goes, it was pretty nice. I’m definitely not one for pomp and circumstance, and some of the ritual just seemed intentionally over-the-top, but there were definitely some amazing things I doubt we would have seen with the previous two popes, being from Europe. The mass was in Spanish, not Latin, and many of the songs represented Latin American culture. There were definitely high Latin aspects of the mass, songs set to the organ and chanted responses, but there were also powerful Latin-American songs that seemed to be more “of the people,” if I may. (This song, for instance, was written and performed by the music director of our Franciscan parish in Silver Spring, MD.) His homily was also quite good.

Overall, there was a lot to love about the day. We got to meet a few cardinals (saw Cardinal Seán again), had a close-up view of the pope, and we got to experience not only his first mass in the United States but the first ever canonization mass on American soil (and it was a Franciscan, fitting given that the first mass ever celebrated on US soil was by a Franciscan). And that was all great for sure. The highlight of it all for me, though, was definitely seeing the people all around. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anything quite like it. Yeah, I’ve been to professional sporting events. Yeah, I went to the “March for Life” last year. But this was something else.

At this point I can’t fully describe what it was like, and by no means do I want to elevate it beyond some of the truly transcendent and personal moments I’ve had in my life, as, let’s be honest, there are far more meaningful things to life than the pope visiting (at least I hope!)… but I will say, it was an inspiring and exciting day, brought to us by a man that continues to inspire our Church to be who we are meant to be as Christians. This pope gives me hope!

 

Four years, one month, and eleven days ago I published my first blog here on Breaking In The Habit. Since then and including this one, I have published an additional 249 posts. Through words, videos, and pictures, on topics ranging from mundane formation issues to deep theological reflections, I have allowed many into my formation and growth in the life of a Franciscan friar. On this my 250th post, I want to take the time to look back on where we’ve been and to show what might be in store for the future.

Originally, there were two reasons I considered writing the blog: to keep in contact with friends and family, and to force myself to reflect on the experience (having a journal is one thing, but when you know someone is going to read it, the reflection process becomes much more consistent and refined!) And even though those were two great reasons, I was more than a little hesitant to write a blog. As one character in the movie Contagion says, “Blogging is not writing. It’s just graffiti with punctuation.” Anyone can have a blog, and many of the ones I had read were the ramblings and rantings of a crazy person. Was I really going to throw my hat into that ring and consider myself a “blogger.” The thought made me cringe. Besides that, who would even read it, I thought. While there was definitely something interesting in what I was doing and many friends and family insisted that I send them updates, how long would they remain interested? I could deal with being labeled a “blogger” and all the stereotypes that went with it, but I wasn’t sure about putting myself out there and going through all the trouble for my parents and two friends to be my only readers.

What ultimately pushed me over the edge was a small thought I had in the back of my mind: “When you were looking into religious life, there were no regular, personal reflections of someone actually doing it to be found. Maybe some of this could help others in discernment.” I had no grand ideas of starting this blog for vocations, but it was a strong enough reason to start writing and a helpful lens through which to write: if these posts could one day be seen by people other than those who know me very well, I needed to be professional, consistent, balanced, and inclusive.

Thank God I did. To my surprise, people I had never met began following me from the very beginning. When the vocation director shared one of my posts publicly I received questions and comments from guys looking into the Franciscans, guys who knew nothing about me other than the fact that I was a postulant hoping to become a friar.

Before I even began, then, the content of the posts shifted from my original intention. For an audience mainly of friends and family, I had planned to share how I was feeling and what I was doing. With a wider audience that included aspirants and people who already knew the friars quite well, I felt a need to include background about myself and more posts explaining the particular processes of becoming a friar. While I was always conscious not to be a “blogger” that just ranted about things, it was also a helpful reminder to choose my words precisely, never posting something I couldn’t stand by, and to present the Church and Order in the best light I could.

Throughout the whole first year, this was my plan and it worked well. Writing as many as 2-3 posts a week at the beginning (when EVERYTHING was new) and at least one per week the rest of the year, my posts were between 300-600 words and focused heavily on the things we were doing. We went here. We did this. Here’s what I learned from it all. With the exception of a few theological reflections on general topics, each post was directly related to the practical, chronological flow of the formation process, and was meant to share about my life. By year’s end, I compiled 104 reflections and was quite comfortable with my status as “blogger.”

That was, until I was told by the novitiate staff that I would not be allowed to continue posting while there, that I was to focus more on experiencing and less on sharing. By now, the blog had grown into something much bigger than just a way to keep in contact with family members and I was disappointed, to say the least. Novitiate is an important year in formation, and while I thought that that made it an excellent reason why I should share it, I also saw benefit in not sharing.

As a result, I definitely grew in my understanding of Franciscan life, and couldn’t wait to share my reflections. I realized at that point that the blog might begin to change. Whereas the posts before were practical and simple, focused entirely on my experience, the posts afterwards became longer and more abstract, continuing to share my experience but now in a way to make a point about something bigger. I felt myself writing more to the reader, to society, to the Church. Whereas the first year was all about taking it in with wide eyes, the third year saw a glimpse of something bigger: my desire to shape the world with what I had found in this life.

On the one hand, the shift in tone was unavoidable: now in studies, my life was far more stable than the constant moving of the first year, and my focus was almost entirely on philosophical and theological topics. No longer could I write about trips and workshops because I was no longer attending them. I had my head in a book and so my thoughts were on the weightier things of life. Understandable. On the other hand, I think there was a distinct shift in that year away as to what the blog was for. While it may have started primarily as a way to keep in touch with family members and to reflect publicly, and only secondarily to promote vocations and interest in the Church, I saw an opportunity and felt the desire to invert these goals. What I was doing was more than just a “fan club” or online diary, it was ministry. Sure, I wasn’t reaching thousands of people, but more than a few people began coming to me, in person or through social media, to tell me what an impact a post had on their life. Really? I thought at first. I was just telling my story? I guess so. Slowly, that became a new lens through which to write: as someone passionate about the Church and teaching, how could I share what I wanted people to know and help them step closer to the Church? I was very concerned at first not to become too preachy, to slip into the fault of the ranting blogger, but I definitely felt my focus shifting.

It’s no wonder, then, that the blog has expanded in the past few months, and new mediums have emerged. Who knew that I would one day be making videos on my own YouTube channel? If you would have asked me about people who did that before entering the friars, I probably would have given a larger eye roll than I did for bloggers. Egomaniacs. At least on a blog it takes effort to type out a rant and requires some basic punctuation. A video? One’s rant knows no bounds! I would not have been open to the idea even one year ago.

And yet, just as the voice in the back of my head reminded me what I once looked for and never found when discerning, I realized that, even though I had always thought that the Church needed an enormous educational and public relations makeover, I was looking to someone else to do it. What if you do it yourself and stop waiting for someone else? Good point, voice in the back of my head. And so it began. I put myself out there once again in a position that I had once looked down upon and knew that there would be some to look down on me simply for trying it. It’s all about him. Always wants attention. I didn’t have a plan, a “voice,” or high ambitions, just a camera and a 3000 mile road-trip to test it out. It will be another way of presenting the blog, I thought.

What I shortly found was that this was more than just an experiment and that my notions of the blog were about the change quite a bit once again. Believe it or not, people are a lot more willing to watch a video than they are to read a blog post. A lot. The number of subscribers and hits has honestly boggled me, and the fact that the blog and YouTube channel make up largely different groups of people. While, yes, there is some crossover for sure, I began to realize this summer that the video channel was not a subset of the blog, just another means to share my life and speak to people; it was its own entity that required unique attention and different content, able to completely stand on its own. My model needed to be rethought because the mission was growing.

And, so, here we are. Post number 250. An occasion for celebration and reflection; an occasion for transition. You will have no doubt noticed (unless you are on email in which I would ask you to click here) that the look of the blog has been completely rearranged. Bright pictures. Infographics. New sections. But there’s something deeper in the transition. While breakinginthehabit.org will still be home to all of my blog posts, it is more than just a blog and it’s new structure represents that. The home page contains just an introduction of the content, complete with a new mission and news updates, while on the top you will see either a menu dropdown or a list of new menu categories highlighting the major components of the mission: blog, videos, and “Facebook,” a new way to connect with people where many of us spend so much of our time!

I’ve learned a lot in the past four years, one month, and eleven days, and I feel so blessed to have had so many great people walking with me along the way. Thank you all. While I plan on continuing to share as I have in the past, the one thing I won’t forget is that things will inevitably shift and new ideas will emerge. I thank God for the 250 posts I have been able to write and I hope that it has given God and God’s Church glory, but I also know that my understanding of what I’m supposed to do may change once again over the next four years. And I’m more than fine with that. As far as I’m concerned, as long as I’m spreading the Gospel in the way of St. Francis, I’ll be breaking in the habit.

At 12:55 this morning, I touched back down on American soil. It was a great ten days out of the country with a lot to share and even more to reflect on. Just not right now.

Besides the obvious fatigue I feel from spending ten days in a foreign country and not getting to bed until 4:00 this morning, I return to a mess of a room that was never fully put back together after returning from my summer assignment days before leaving, and with a mess of more than 750 video clips, hundreds of pictures to acquire from others, and more thoughts to process than the two put together. I’m going to need a day…

But for those waiting on bated breath, I will say that the trip was a very good experience. We did some great work and met some really great people, and overall, were all stretched in ways we probably didn’t expect. I certainly expected to be put outside of my comfort zone, given that it was my first trip outside of the country, but there were definitely some surprises. Health is always a concern on trips like these, and so all things considered, I’m pleased with how that went. Yes, I was one of the many people sidelined for part of the trip, but luckily I was not one of the ones with diarrhea (not that heat stroke is all that much better!) Overall, there were no major catastrophes but a lot of highly-positive experiences.

I plan on taking my much-needed two weeks vacation towards the end of the week, but before then will be reflecting on my experience and hopefully putting together some things to share. I plan on putting together the whole experience in a documentary-style video, which will be my main focus this week, but I can’t guarantee a deadline on that!

Until then, peace and good, and it’s good to be stateside!