Vocation Stories
"Our Father in Heaven has called us each…to the place in which He can best satisfy His infinite desire to do us good. My vocation is the one I love, not because I think it is the best vocation in the Church, but because it is the one God has willed for me. If I had any evidence that He willed something else for me, I would turn to that on the instant."
Thomas Merton ~~ No Man is an Island
Thomas Merton ~~ No Man is an Island
Father Kevin
My vocational story always didn’t start in an environment of religious life. My father and stepmother were decisively not interested in the life of faith, although my father was quite diligent to be certain I was baptized as an infant. Beyond that, there was no real going-to-church as it were in the home in which I grew up.
The first time I ever recall entering a place of worship was when my maternal grandmother Nyura was visiting me in England, not far from Bristol. She took me to an Orthodox church in the area called Sts. Peter and Paul. It was such a beautiful and memorable experience for me, although after her visit I didn’t really attend another worship service as I was really quite on my own in terms of faith.
I was always an outdoor child, quite active. This is actually where my core spirituality was nourished. Whether walking or hiking through the woods, I certainly encountered the Divine Presence in such environments. Of particular fondness was a place called Leigh Woods. As an introvert, I often and still do find God speaking to me from the silence rather from the noise.
Another layer in my spiritual development came through my activities in athletics, which was not optional in my household. My little brother and I were known for riding horses, boxing, and of course football (soccer for my American friends) and rugby. In competition, I came to value what it means to support a common cause, to work together, to aspire and to achieve. This may seem a very odd notion, but in the absence of organized religion in my home, this in some way became my community of brotherhood. But I also saw in those moments that I was most competitive, a spirituality flourishing from engagement in the challenge as well.
Now there was a rather humorous moment in which I took my little brother Matthias with me on a horse to go to church and attend a Catholic Mass. I suppose we seemed quite the spectacle, although everyone treated us with such hospitality (a 12 year old and an 8 year old arriving to Mass by themselves probably seemed adorable to them). It is rather funny though, because having my only reference of worship as an Eastern Church, I told my stepmother they crossed themselves backwards (she laughed a lot over that one).
Fundamentally, my spirituality was one of nature, of the outside world, and my deep protective embrace of my brother (and in some instances my teammates) that defined my vocation. There was no one particular moment of epiphany for me, although I would say my vocational story has no end. It is my never-ending story if you will.
I was ordained to the diaconate in 1997 and the priesthood in 1999, but my Celtic spirituality was really always quite present (even if I didn’t know it by name). In 2015, while sitting next to my dear friend Father James (in Hawai’i) after Morning Prayer, he showed me a website for the Holy Celtic Church. Now as a man who always closed his Eucharistic Celebration with an Irish blessing, he found it interesting. I was incardinated into the HCC just about a year ago.
The first time I ever recall entering a place of worship was when my maternal grandmother Nyura was visiting me in England, not far from Bristol. She took me to an Orthodox church in the area called Sts. Peter and Paul. It was such a beautiful and memorable experience for me, although after her visit I didn’t really attend another worship service as I was really quite on my own in terms of faith.
I was always an outdoor child, quite active. This is actually where my core spirituality was nourished. Whether walking or hiking through the woods, I certainly encountered the Divine Presence in such environments. Of particular fondness was a place called Leigh Woods. As an introvert, I often and still do find God speaking to me from the silence rather from the noise.
Another layer in my spiritual development came through my activities in athletics, which was not optional in my household. My little brother and I were known for riding horses, boxing, and of course football (soccer for my American friends) and rugby. In competition, I came to value what it means to support a common cause, to work together, to aspire and to achieve. This may seem a very odd notion, but in the absence of organized religion in my home, this in some way became my community of brotherhood. But I also saw in those moments that I was most competitive, a spirituality flourishing from engagement in the challenge as well.
Now there was a rather humorous moment in which I took my little brother Matthias with me on a horse to go to church and attend a Catholic Mass. I suppose we seemed quite the spectacle, although everyone treated us with such hospitality (a 12 year old and an 8 year old arriving to Mass by themselves probably seemed adorable to them). It is rather funny though, because having my only reference of worship as an Eastern Church, I told my stepmother they crossed themselves backwards (she laughed a lot over that one).
Fundamentally, my spirituality was one of nature, of the outside world, and my deep protective embrace of my brother (and in some instances my teammates) that defined my vocation. There was no one particular moment of epiphany for me, although I would say my vocational story has no end. It is my never-ending story if you will.
I was ordained to the diaconate in 1997 and the priesthood in 1999, but my Celtic spirituality was really always quite present (even if I didn’t know it by name). In 2015, while sitting next to my dear friend Father James (in Hawai’i) after Morning Prayer, he showed me a website for the Holy Celtic Church. Now as a man who always closed his Eucharistic Celebration with an Irish blessing, he found it interesting. I was incardinated into the HCC just about a year ago.
Dom Edward OSBA (csr)
Dom Edward
My earliest memories of going to church are from the 1960s. I remember frequently looking at the ceiling and thought that heaven was inside the ceiling. I used to wonder how everybody who died managed to fit into such a small place. My other two memories of those days are that I called, what I now know to be the Canon of the Mass, the ‘long kneeling session’, and the other that they would sell bricks at two shillings and sixpence as a contribution towards the new church which was being built.
I became an altar server when I was, I suppose, 11 or 12 years old. This was the post Vatican II, pre 1970 Mass, when there was still enough mystery in the Mass to captivate my imagination. There are many reasons for the decline in religious belief today, God has been replaced by many different gods – hedonism, consumerism and the general solipsism in society. I am convinced that one of the contributing factors was the arrival of the 1970 Mass, most of the mystery of the Mass had been stripped out, there was no more spectacle, no more theatre. God is outside of our everyday experience, and mystery and ceremony in the Mass were elements which provided ceremony and ritual, giving the worshippers an experience of something special, something precious. Something that is woefully absent today in many Churches.
I remained an altar server until I finally joined a religious order at a tender age and was packed off to Rome to study philosophy and theology. It was during this time that I finally accepted that my sexuality was not in keeping with the ideals of those around me. I remember the General of the order telling us that he wanted ‘real’ men in the order. The implications of this were not lost on me. When I finally confessed to a superior that I had realised I was gay – the response was to send me to therapy. The psychologist really did not understand the issue, the whole experience was a waste of time and money.
Inevitably I left the order. I then conducted a life where I enthusiastically explored all aspects of my sexuality.
I was working in tourism, and was eventually sent to Egypt to work, and I remained there for almost three years. There, amidst ancient Egypt and modern Islam, I rekindled my quest for God. The beauty of watching the sunset over the west bank of the river Nile, the vastness of the unending desert brought me to contemplate, to understand that God is also present in nature, in everything we see and do. I started being a good Roman Catholic again, attending Mass at an Irish convent in Cairo. Of course, I was not really being a ‘good’ RC, as I was still engaged in the enthusiastic side of my sexuality, which did not equate with the Party line. However, I was beginning to mature, and managed to free myself of the guilt complex, so ingrained in Roman Catholics of my generation.
I eventually joined a Benedictine Monastery, where I was totally open with the Abbot about my sexual orientation. His attitude was that it made no difference, as long as I wished to embrace the Benedictine ethos, which meant being chaste. Sexuality was not important.
My time in the abbey re-kindled my love of liturgy. The monastery managed to give a dignity and respect to the Mass, which was woefully missing in so many parishes. I think that my years in the monastery were the happiest years of my life. However, I started to become disillusioned with the institutional Church, and from within was able to see many of the inconsistencies of the politics of the Church. I was an idealist, and eventually left the monastery a couple of years after my profession. In retrospect this was a wrong decision. I was advised by the Abbot to stay, he was convinced that I had a vocation to the monastic life. This decision to leave has been the biggest regret of my life.
However I became angry with the abuses and scandals of the Church which were rapidly becoming more and more evident. My faith remained.
I have continued to study theology all of my life, particularly church history with special reference to the the primitive nascent Christian Church. During my reading I slowly came to the realisation that all was not well with the RC Church, with particular reference to a much later ‘doctrine’, papal infallibility. Also the unfortunate sexual scandals besetting the Church did not help my mood. I began exploring Orthodoxy. There is much in Orthodox theology which I like, however in the Orthodox churches I saw the same intolerance of diversity as in the RC church, something I wanted to get away from. In fact the hysterical rhetoric in some of the Orthodox churches against homosexuality can be more severe than in the RC church.
The straw which finally broke the camel’s back, was when I applied to be a permanent deacon in the RC Church. I had all of the requisites necessary to become a deacon, and was supported by my local parish priest and parish. However the bishop concerned was homophobic. During my interview with him, he quite clearly stated that he found it suspicious that I was not married, and that perhaps there was something unacceptable in my sexuality. If he had told me that the reason for my rejection was because I was not suitable for any other reason, I would have accepted it. However, intimating that I was not acceptable because I might have been other than heterosexual, was the final straw for me.
Despite this abuse I was still looking for a way to dedicate myself to God in a special way. I fortunately found the Holy Cross Benedictines online. I remember feeling so excited. It seemed to be an answer to prayer, everything I was looking for in life was encompassed in those few pages on the website.
I did not join the HCC because I was looking for priesthood, but priesthood was the logical consequence of being a Holy Cross Benedictine.
The HCC does not come with the baggage of the traditional Churches, yet answers all of my needs. Traditional in Faith and liturgy, yet open in matters of social conscience, especially sexuality.
I would be very happy to talk with anyone who might be exploring a vocation with the HCC and its associated Orders.
I became an altar server when I was, I suppose, 11 or 12 years old. This was the post Vatican II, pre 1970 Mass, when there was still enough mystery in the Mass to captivate my imagination. There are many reasons for the decline in religious belief today, God has been replaced by many different gods – hedonism, consumerism and the general solipsism in society. I am convinced that one of the contributing factors was the arrival of the 1970 Mass, most of the mystery of the Mass had been stripped out, there was no more spectacle, no more theatre. God is outside of our everyday experience, and mystery and ceremony in the Mass were elements which provided ceremony and ritual, giving the worshippers an experience of something special, something precious. Something that is woefully absent today in many Churches.
I remained an altar server until I finally joined a religious order at a tender age and was packed off to Rome to study philosophy and theology. It was during this time that I finally accepted that my sexuality was not in keeping with the ideals of those around me. I remember the General of the order telling us that he wanted ‘real’ men in the order. The implications of this were not lost on me. When I finally confessed to a superior that I had realised I was gay – the response was to send me to therapy. The psychologist really did not understand the issue, the whole experience was a waste of time and money.
Inevitably I left the order. I then conducted a life where I enthusiastically explored all aspects of my sexuality.
I was working in tourism, and was eventually sent to Egypt to work, and I remained there for almost three years. There, amidst ancient Egypt and modern Islam, I rekindled my quest for God. The beauty of watching the sunset over the west bank of the river Nile, the vastness of the unending desert brought me to contemplate, to understand that God is also present in nature, in everything we see and do. I started being a good Roman Catholic again, attending Mass at an Irish convent in Cairo. Of course, I was not really being a ‘good’ RC, as I was still engaged in the enthusiastic side of my sexuality, which did not equate with the Party line. However, I was beginning to mature, and managed to free myself of the guilt complex, so ingrained in Roman Catholics of my generation.
I eventually joined a Benedictine Monastery, where I was totally open with the Abbot about my sexual orientation. His attitude was that it made no difference, as long as I wished to embrace the Benedictine ethos, which meant being chaste. Sexuality was not important.
My time in the abbey re-kindled my love of liturgy. The monastery managed to give a dignity and respect to the Mass, which was woefully missing in so many parishes. I think that my years in the monastery were the happiest years of my life. However, I started to become disillusioned with the institutional Church, and from within was able to see many of the inconsistencies of the politics of the Church. I was an idealist, and eventually left the monastery a couple of years after my profession. In retrospect this was a wrong decision. I was advised by the Abbot to stay, he was convinced that I had a vocation to the monastic life. This decision to leave has been the biggest regret of my life.
However I became angry with the abuses and scandals of the Church which were rapidly becoming more and more evident. My faith remained.
I have continued to study theology all of my life, particularly church history with special reference to the the primitive nascent Christian Church. During my reading I slowly came to the realisation that all was not well with the RC Church, with particular reference to a much later ‘doctrine’, papal infallibility. Also the unfortunate sexual scandals besetting the Church did not help my mood. I began exploring Orthodoxy. There is much in Orthodox theology which I like, however in the Orthodox churches I saw the same intolerance of diversity as in the RC church, something I wanted to get away from. In fact the hysterical rhetoric in some of the Orthodox churches against homosexuality can be more severe than in the RC church.
The straw which finally broke the camel’s back, was when I applied to be a permanent deacon in the RC Church. I had all of the requisites necessary to become a deacon, and was supported by my local parish priest and parish. However the bishop concerned was homophobic. During my interview with him, he quite clearly stated that he found it suspicious that I was not married, and that perhaps there was something unacceptable in my sexuality. If he had told me that the reason for my rejection was because I was not suitable for any other reason, I would have accepted it. However, intimating that I was not acceptable because I might have been other than heterosexual, was the final straw for me.
Despite this abuse I was still looking for a way to dedicate myself to God in a special way. I fortunately found the Holy Cross Benedictines online. I remember feeling so excited. It seemed to be an answer to prayer, everything I was looking for in life was encompassed in those few pages on the website.
I did not join the HCC because I was looking for priesthood, but priesthood was the logical consequence of being a Holy Cross Benedictine.
The HCC does not come with the baggage of the traditional Churches, yet answers all of my needs. Traditional in Faith and liturgy, yet open in matters of social conscience, especially sexuality.
I would be very happy to talk with anyone who might be exploring a vocation with the HCC and its associated Orders.
Dom Edward is the Priest -in -Charge of our mission in Southampton, Hants. UK
Fr Sean OSBA (csr)
I was raised in a Roman Catholic family in a small rural town in New Jersey and attended Catholic school from kindergarten through high school graduation. My family practiced the Faith, we attended Mass every Sunday, and when I was old enough, I became an altar boy. I loved being an altar boy, and I remember fantasizing about one day being a priest while serving Mass. I was a fairly religious child, I remembering praying daily, and I always particularly enjoyed serving the weekday Mass.
My religious fervor dissipated in high school, as I found myself in the midst of the “fun crowd” and was far more occupied with girls than religious devotion. This continued into my twenties. I always believed in God and in His goodness, but I no longer practiced my faith and I lived as a functional heathen. I began to undergo a conversion (or reversion) in my twenty- eighth year. I was doing quite well professionally, and things looked pretty good on the surface of things, but I felt an emptiness that I eventually realized was spiritual in nature. No stranger to excess, when I returned to Mass the Fourth Sunday in Advent and made my first confession in over a decade, I almost immediately felt compelled to start going to Mass during the week, and did so nearly every day. I rediscovered the beauty of the Sacrament of Confession, and began making good use of it. This was also when I began to truly learn the Faith, as I devoured as many books as I could on the lives of the Saints, and couldn’t get enough of Saint Augustine in particular. On a retreat at a Benedictine Abbey I encountered the writing of Thomas Merton, which had (and continues to have) a profound impact on my life. Merton’s writing began to stir in me the sense of vocation I felt as an altar boy, and I began exploring various vocations within the Church. After several more retreats to various monasteries, I found myself fantasizing daily about living as a monk. However, I had a business and business partnernership, a girlfriend (who wanted to marry) and more than a few financial commitments that made dong so a bit complicated. I was very unsatisfied with both the profession I was working in and the romantic relationship, and began taking steps to disentangle myself from both. I eventually did so, enrolling in classes at Villanova University, as I had dropped out of college many years before, and decided to pursue a degree in the Liberal Arts.
At Villanova I encountered the Augustinians, and was delighted to find that they had Vespers on campus every day at 5:00, followed by Mass. It wasn’t long before the Augustinian vocation director noticed my daily attendance and approached me. I discerned with the Community for one year as an aspirant, and then moved into the friary and lived for a year as a postulant. That year was one of the best of my life, as it was the first time I’d ever lived in a place where the Blessed Sacrament was under the same roof. I loved beginning the day with Morning Prayer, followed by Mass, having Vespers in the evenings, and praying Compline at night in community. I would make frequent visits down to the chapel in the wee hours after a long night of study. In addition, they were a great group of men, and some of the brightest I’ve ever known. It was also the first opportunity I had to receive spiritual direction, which was a very good thing.
The trouble for me was, like many of the mendicant orders in the Church, they referred to the life as active- contemplative, which initially attracted me, but the life seemed very active to me. I also discovered for the first time, the internal politics within the Church regarding liturgy and other things, and I found myself increasingly drawn to Traditional Liturgy. We were free to attend Mass wherever we like on Sundays, and I found a parish a short distance away the celebrated the Traditional Latin Mass. I fell in love with it immediately and faithfully attended every Sunday. As time wore on, I grew increasingly less patient with the gender neutral language being used by the majority of our priests and arguments I was frequently hearing in favor in female ordination. I began to question whether I would be happy within a community that on the whole had very different views on these issues than I. Additionally, I began to question just how peacefully I could live the vow of celibacy in such an active order. I eventually concluded that celibacy would be much more realistic and peaceful behind the walls of a cloister.
After leaving the Community, I made retreat for ten days with the Trappists, arranging with the vocation director to request entrance to the Abbey. I met with the Novice Master, the Prior, and the Abbot, receiving the go-ahead from all three. However, the Abbot had one reservation. He thought that it was a very good thing that I returned to college after so many years and now I was getting very close to graduating. Not that I would need a degree to become a monk, but he thought I might owe it to myself to see it through; and since two out of three men eventually leave, it would be one less thing I’d have to worry about if it didn’t work out. He asked me to go home and pray about it, and if I still wanted to enter immediately, he would give his approval. I consulted my spiritual director and two priests for whom I had the greatest respect, and all three unanimously agreed with the suggestion of the Abbot. I decided to put off entrance until after graduation, and met my wife six months later.
Though happily married, I never stopped thinking about the priesthood, though I knew (thought) that it was off the table for me as a married man. Somewhere along the line, I discovered a website for an Old Catholic Church that was offering the Traditional Mass in English, and I was fascinated by what I learned on their website about valid orders and Apostolic Succession, and most fascinated by Rome’s position on these things. I eventually began to explore various jurisdictions, including undergoing seminary formation with one of the more traditional jurisdictions. The seminary studies were very good, as I immersed myself in traditional Catholic doctrine as well as scholastic philosophy and St. Thomas Aquinas. However, this particular jurisdiction was adamant about church planting and parish ministry, and would only ordain men who were prepared to engage in that. The trouble was, I didn’t feel a call to that particular form of ministry. I was by now well into a graduate program for professional counseling (which I view as a ministry in itself) and working full time, and just couldn’t envision myself with a church-planting ministry. I’d received the tonsure and was scheduled to receive the Minor Orders, up to and including the sub-diaconate, but could not in good conscious continue- knowing I wasn’t prepared to commit to parish ministry. I felt the call to priestly ordination stronger than ever, but one more akin to that of the monk or hermit offering the Holy Sacrifice for the Church and the world in the anonymity of his hermitage. That’s when Providence led me to the Holy Celtic Church.
With the HCC, I truly found what I have come to know is my vocation and God’s will for me. Knowing that the priestly life I was drawn to was not only acceptable, but actually the norm helped to confirm this. Additionally the unique blend of traditionalism with the right kind of progressive pastoral sensibility and pragmatism, the beauty of the authentic Celtic and Benedictine spirituality and the space to explore mysticism and the esoteric, makes this part of the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church the perfect fit for myself, and I know for many others. In addition to that, Bishop and Primus Alistair Bate is an extraordinary and unique individual and his depth and knowledge continues to astonish me as time passes by. He is a great gift and blessing to me and to many, and his love and commitment to our Church and its members is remarkable and inspiring. I have come to see the Holy Celtic Church and the Benedictines of Adoration as not only my vocation, but also God’s unique gift to me, and for that I am most grateful.
My religious fervor dissipated in high school, as I found myself in the midst of the “fun crowd” and was far more occupied with girls than religious devotion. This continued into my twenties. I always believed in God and in His goodness, but I no longer practiced my faith and I lived as a functional heathen. I began to undergo a conversion (or reversion) in my twenty- eighth year. I was doing quite well professionally, and things looked pretty good on the surface of things, but I felt an emptiness that I eventually realized was spiritual in nature. No stranger to excess, when I returned to Mass the Fourth Sunday in Advent and made my first confession in over a decade, I almost immediately felt compelled to start going to Mass during the week, and did so nearly every day. I rediscovered the beauty of the Sacrament of Confession, and began making good use of it. This was also when I began to truly learn the Faith, as I devoured as many books as I could on the lives of the Saints, and couldn’t get enough of Saint Augustine in particular. On a retreat at a Benedictine Abbey I encountered the writing of Thomas Merton, which had (and continues to have) a profound impact on my life. Merton’s writing began to stir in me the sense of vocation I felt as an altar boy, and I began exploring various vocations within the Church. After several more retreats to various monasteries, I found myself fantasizing daily about living as a monk. However, I had a business and business partnernership, a girlfriend (who wanted to marry) and more than a few financial commitments that made dong so a bit complicated. I was very unsatisfied with both the profession I was working in and the romantic relationship, and began taking steps to disentangle myself from both. I eventually did so, enrolling in classes at Villanova University, as I had dropped out of college many years before, and decided to pursue a degree in the Liberal Arts.
At Villanova I encountered the Augustinians, and was delighted to find that they had Vespers on campus every day at 5:00, followed by Mass. It wasn’t long before the Augustinian vocation director noticed my daily attendance and approached me. I discerned with the Community for one year as an aspirant, and then moved into the friary and lived for a year as a postulant. That year was one of the best of my life, as it was the first time I’d ever lived in a place where the Blessed Sacrament was under the same roof. I loved beginning the day with Morning Prayer, followed by Mass, having Vespers in the evenings, and praying Compline at night in community. I would make frequent visits down to the chapel in the wee hours after a long night of study. In addition, they were a great group of men, and some of the brightest I’ve ever known. It was also the first opportunity I had to receive spiritual direction, which was a very good thing.
The trouble for me was, like many of the mendicant orders in the Church, they referred to the life as active- contemplative, which initially attracted me, but the life seemed very active to me. I also discovered for the first time, the internal politics within the Church regarding liturgy and other things, and I found myself increasingly drawn to Traditional Liturgy. We were free to attend Mass wherever we like on Sundays, and I found a parish a short distance away the celebrated the Traditional Latin Mass. I fell in love with it immediately and faithfully attended every Sunday. As time wore on, I grew increasingly less patient with the gender neutral language being used by the majority of our priests and arguments I was frequently hearing in favor in female ordination. I began to question whether I would be happy within a community that on the whole had very different views on these issues than I. Additionally, I began to question just how peacefully I could live the vow of celibacy in such an active order. I eventually concluded that celibacy would be much more realistic and peaceful behind the walls of a cloister.
After leaving the Community, I made retreat for ten days with the Trappists, arranging with the vocation director to request entrance to the Abbey. I met with the Novice Master, the Prior, and the Abbot, receiving the go-ahead from all three. However, the Abbot had one reservation. He thought that it was a very good thing that I returned to college after so many years and now I was getting very close to graduating. Not that I would need a degree to become a monk, but he thought I might owe it to myself to see it through; and since two out of three men eventually leave, it would be one less thing I’d have to worry about if it didn’t work out. He asked me to go home and pray about it, and if I still wanted to enter immediately, he would give his approval. I consulted my spiritual director and two priests for whom I had the greatest respect, and all three unanimously agreed with the suggestion of the Abbot. I decided to put off entrance until after graduation, and met my wife six months later.
Though happily married, I never stopped thinking about the priesthood, though I knew (thought) that it was off the table for me as a married man. Somewhere along the line, I discovered a website for an Old Catholic Church that was offering the Traditional Mass in English, and I was fascinated by what I learned on their website about valid orders and Apostolic Succession, and most fascinated by Rome’s position on these things. I eventually began to explore various jurisdictions, including undergoing seminary formation with one of the more traditional jurisdictions. The seminary studies were very good, as I immersed myself in traditional Catholic doctrine as well as scholastic philosophy and St. Thomas Aquinas. However, this particular jurisdiction was adamant about church planting and parish ministry, and would only ordain men who were prepared to engage in that. The trouble was, I didn’t feel a call to that particular form of ministry. I was by now well into a graduate program for professional counseling (which I view as a ministry in itself) and working full time, and just couldn’t envision myself with a church-planting ministry. I’d received the tonsure and was scheduled to receive the Minor Orders, up to and including the sub-diaconate, but could not in good conscious continue- knowing I wasn’t prepared to commit to parish ministry. I felt the call to priestly ordination stronger than ever, but one more akin to that of the monk or hermit offering the Holy Sacrifice for the Church and the world in the anonymity of his hermitage. That’s when Providence led me to the Holy Celtic Church.
With the HCC, I truly found what I have come to know is my vocation and God’s will for me. Knowing that the priestly life I was drawn to was not only acceptable, but actually the norm helped to confirm this. Additionally the unique blend of traditionalism with the right kind of progressive pastoral sensibility and pragmatism, the beauty of the authentic Celtic and Benedictine spirituality and the space to explore mysticism and the esoteric, makes this part of the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church the perfect fit for myself, and I know for many others. In addition to that, Bishop and Primus Alistair Bate is an extraordinary and unique individual and his depth and knowledge continues to astonish me as time passes by. He is a great gift and blessing to me and to many, and his love and commitment to our Church and its members is remarkable and inspiring. I have come to see the Holy Celtic Church and the Benedictines of Adoration as not only my vocation, but also God’s unique gift to me, and for that I am most grateful.
