A month later, day after day, the question of becoming a priest
persistently echoed in my soul like drops of water inside a hollow,
undiscovered cave. This prompted me to visit the church daily, seven times a
week; I would pray, pray, and pray some more, trying to give all the
excuses to God about my scrupulous unworthiness to respond to His
calling as a priest: Who, me? Why? Here? Now?
However, as the days went by, the grace of an inexpressible, bursting flame of joy kept on burning more intensely inside of me. At one point, I knew I could not resist this mysterious awakening of God's love in my life anymore. I knew that I would be restless for the rest of my life if I didn’t pursue this passion.
I went ahead and met Fr. Mark and Fr. James, of the Vocations Office of the Archdiocese of Vancouver to discuss what was going on with me.
After filing all the necessary paper works, I stepped inside the Seminary of Christ the King in Mission for the first time. A quiet peaceful assurance followed me; I knew somehow that I was at the right place, at the right time.
However, as the days went by, the grace of an inexpressible, bursting flame of joy kept on burning more intensely inside of me. At one point, I knew I could not resist this mysterious awakening of God's love in my life anymore. I knew that I would be restless for the rest of my life if I didn’t pursue this passion.
After filing all the necessary paper works, I stepped inside the Seminary of Christ the King in Mission for the first time. A quiet peaceful assurance followed me; I knew somehow that I was at the right place, at the right time.
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