(NOTE: For the Council of Priests for the Archdiocese of Indianapolis, I was asked to offer a reflection on Pope Francis' Holy Thursday homily on the priesthood. You can read the Pope's homily
here. I highly recommend reading his homily as it is EXTREMELY powerful. What follows is the reflection I submitted.)
Henri Nouwen, in the Wounded Healer, talks about “nuclear
man” a man formed in the era of nuclear tensions, and the impact that the
climate of imminent nuclear destruction had on the formation of lots of people
from that era.
I, and I believe other priests my age, have been profoundly
shaped and impacted by something as big, if not bigger, than the threat of
nuclear war – namely the priest sexual abuse crisis.
In 2001, as I was telling my friends and family that I was
going to be entering the seminary soon, news was breaking across the country
about priests abusing children. I was
asked not a few times, in ways that people felt were funny, “so you’re gonna be
a priest – are you going to abuse kids?”
I say this to say that throughout the seminary, myself and
other guys I chatted with wondered “will celibacy make us psychos?” “Will the priesthood make us nuts?” In the seminary, we were presented with a wealth
of sociological data on priests – porn, loneliness, addiction, narcissism, etc.
and I’m glad for all of the info, but it also had a profound effect on me, that
being that I often wondered: “will the priesthood crush me?” Added to this fear were the comments of
people suggesting that if I celebrated Mass according to the GIRM, wore a
cassock, or preached on contraception that I would be strung up and run out of
town.
I say all of this because when I was ordained, I was excited,
but I was also scared out of my mind and wondered if I’d make it. I think a lot of guys my age wonder the same
thing – will I become lonely, will I be an alcoholic, will I have 15 parishes? will I gain 100 pounds, will I be messed up
sexually?
I began my priesthood with excitement and zeal, but
alongside it was a strong sense of uncertainty and fear about who I would be as
a priest. Here a special word of thanks
to a few who are here on the council for checking in regularly – Fr. Giannini,
Fr. Meyer, Fr. Jenkins, and my first
pastor, Fr. Joe Feltz – who gave me the space and the trust to figure out who I
was as a priest, and didn’t see the need to tear me down and remake me into his
own image and likeness.
Even as I finally started to settle in and gain some
confidence as a high school teacher and chaplain, the Devil would often suggest
that high school chaplaincy was easy – and that the real test would come when I
was in charge of a parish, something that he suggested I would fail miserably
at, and something I was tempted to believe.
These four years as a priest have been huge for me because I’ve
slowly realized that the priesthood is a great life, and statistics about
alcohol and loneliness and anxiety are percentages and not certainties, I’ve
realized that celibacy does not screw a person up…in short I’ve slowly realized
that I’ll be okay, that I will survive and indeed thrive as a priest.
What does this have to do with Pope Francis’ homily? I use Twitter to get a lot of my news, and so
every morning I get a 20 word summary of Pope Francis’ homilies. I still remember, very vividly, getting the
summary on Holy Thursday morning where it said “Pope Francis says priests
should put skin in the game” Those words
have continued to echo in my soul for months after, and so I was thrilled to be
asked to reflect on them.
When I played football in high school, one time I was
tackled and had a chunk of my arm ripped off.
It took a lot of stitches, but the consoling sympathy from the
cheerleaders over the next month was well worth it! The reason I mention this is that there is a
difference between having skin taken from you, and putting skin in the
game. And the difference between the
two is immense.
My first three years in a high school and as an associate
pastor were crazy hectic, but it was almost always a result of biting off more
than I could chew, not knowing how to manage my time well, etc. I was as busy as I’d ever been, but a lot of
it was life taking skin from me, and not me putting skin in the game.
And so the reason Pope Francis’ words had such a tremendous
impact on me, and the reason they popped into my mind as soon as I woke up each
morning for at least a month AFTER Holy Thursday was because throughout Lent of
this year I was recognizing that it was time to move out of the cocoon of my
early priesthood. Throughout Lent I had
come to realize that I had an identity as a priest, I was finally getting
comfortable in my role; Lent was a slow recognition that it was time to not
just “have the game take a lot of skin from me” but to instead look for exactly
what the Pope was preaching about – namely the need to LOOK for ways to put
skin into the game.
In one year as an administrator I’ve realized it is easy to
limit one’s view of the priesthood to the skin that is taken from us from the
outside, to simply react to things that come down the pike, and that to go
looking for ways to put skin in the game takes effort, vulnerability, and the
breaking of comfortable routines, even if those routines are busy and hectic.
M Night Shymalan’s movie Unbreakable
had a pivotal role in my calling to the priesthood. When the main character in the film realizes
he has been given the power to help people, he asks his mentor “What do I do
now?” His mentor responds: “go to where
people are…you won’t have to wait very long.”
Isn’t that what Pope Francis is telling us? Go to the margins…and empower your people to
go to the margins as well?
I think what Pope Francis was saying is that we can’t be
priests who simply define our priesthood by the skin that the game takes from
us, that we can’t be grains of wheat that remain on the stalk congratulating
ourselves on the buffets and difficulties offered by the wind and the
rain. Rather, I hear the Holy Father
saying we must be people who look for ways to put our own skin in the game, voluntarily,
so that we might be the grain that falls to the ground and dies and bears much
fruit.
I am excited, and again scared, by the prospect of stepping
out and asking God to show me when and how and where to put my own skin on the
line, intentionally, as His Son did.
