So this past Friday the 21st of August was the home visit/interview by the Deaconate office of me and the family. The interview went well; all the children understood and were supportive of my desire to become a deacon. Angie, my wife, was also quite encouraging and understands the demands that discernment as well as the educational process would place on her and the family.
Everything was going well or so it seemed…
Then we got to the actual application… 27 pages where in answers to deep questions must fit in two or three lines of handwritten text. This is in addition to an essay of my life, from start to present, as well as multiple other documentation needed when submitting said application. Easy enough…
The death knoll sounded when one reads into what can and cannot be acceptable past behavior and requires Papal dispensation. Which I am told in near impossible to get even if the local Bishop were to apply. I am crushed.
The sins of my past have caught up to me and dealt what seems to be a death blow. Through the sacrament of confession we can reconcile with God and enter back into communion with the church…unless you break Canon Law. That seems to require more; dispensation directly from the Vicar of Christ. I am sad.
I’m trying to maintain a “stiff upper lip” but … I am pissed. Not at the Church but at myself for not walking with Christ for so many years. For living in the world and allowing it to decide for me what is right and wrong; giving me the justification that I needed to sin.
ABBA!!! I have heard the siren call of the Serpent and laid my head upon Satan’s lap. Forgive me Father for I have sinned, have mercy on me Lord that I may serve and praise you eternally.