Priests Are People. Who Knew?

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Having grown up in a protestant home (and one in which we had next-to-no personal contact with clergy) it was easy to look around in my adopted world of Catholicism and see strange things.  Priests (and other religious brothers and sisters) were among those “things” that I had trouble identifying with.

Yes, on one level I knew that they were people.  They are men and women who have made the Church their life’s work and who were there to provide care and guidance to the faithful (and the not-so-faithful, too.)  But do you remember how as children we had trouble seeing our teachers as “real people”?  An adult variation of this mindset sort of captured the way in which I interacted with the priests of my world.

I have written before that one of my sons is in formation with the Dominicans.  If things go according to his plan he is about three years away from ordination to the Catholic priesthood.  There are lots of things about this life he has chosen for himself that have affected how I view the world, but not the least of these is the realization that Priests are people.

Doesn’t that sound completely stupid to say?  “Of course they are people” would be the sane reply – “what did you think they were?  Canned hams?”  Well no, I did not think they were canned hams.  But with my limited interaction the Priest was much like the guy behind the meat counter at the supermarket or the guy who sold you your last car: a person in a specific role in your life who has no place in any other part of your existence.

Since our lad was accepted into the Dominican order, however, we have had the chance to interact with the priests and brothers of the Order on an entirely different level.  As real, live people.

These thoughts came to me after my Mrs. and I spent a long weekend as our son’s guest at the parish church where he is spending a pastoral year.  The Dominicans assign each of their student brothers to one of their ministries for their third year.  This gives each student brother a break from studies and an opportunity to see what “real life” will be like once they have completed their formation.

Going behind the scenes in the life of a small Catholic parish is a wonderful experience.  This particular parish church has been staffed by the Dominicans since its founding in the 1920s.  They have been fortunate in that the neighborhood they chose has prospered (instead of declined as so many of those old neighborhoods have) and this small parish church also has a small but bustling elementary school and an active core of families.

We were there on a very busy weekend that culminated in their first annual Oktoberfest, so we probably did not experience as much “community time” as we otherwise might have.  However, the priests and brothers there (as well as staff and parishoners we met) could not have been more welcoming.

Of course we got to experience Masses celebrated by men we knew and visited with.  The newly ordained associate pastor had taken on the job of planning the Oktoberfest so we could see much of the behind the scenes work that he was coordinating.  As well as the excellent (and delicious) results of that work.

More interesting was meeting some of the brothers of the community and learning something about them.  One is a gardner who spends much of his time at a large community plot growing many of the fresh vegettables that are served at their meals.  Tomatos, cucumbers, brussels sprouts, carrots and probably twenty other things I can’t remember result in fresh produce all summer and fall as well as lots of canning for the things that are not eaten right away.  A green thumb is not among my gifts so I am a little in awe of his skills.

Another is an artist.  He invited us into his workshop in the basement where he makes religious plaques.  He sells them locally but mainly believes that all people should have a beautiful religious picture or saying on display in their homes.  He spends many hours searching for pictures in the public domain and then duplicating them, mounting them to boards, painting the edges and covering it all in a hard, glossy coating for a professional looking piece of art.  One of which is now on display in our own home.

Another volunteers his Saturdays to assist in the operation of a train at a local family attraction.  He has loved trains from his youth and this provides a wonderful opportunity to indulge in his boyhood dreams as well as to be a positive presence to the guests and the other workers at the park.

We had conversations about each of those things and many others, ranging from local restaurants to the Chicago Cubs.  Just as we have had conversations with some of the other people in the lives of all of our kids.  How normal, right?

I feel happy that our son gets to spend a year with such generous, gifted and faithful men as he learns to negotiate this new way of life with the fullness and balance that it will require of him.  And I feel happy that, having gotten the opportunity to begin to know a few of these men, I am developing the ability to really see people where I once had difficulty seeing beyond a collar or a robe.  And I like it.

 

12 thoughts on “Priests Are People. Who Knew?

  1. Several years ago I was at a function of a group I belong to where I struck up conversation with a very interesting fellow. Time was running out at the function and the conversation was not getting any less interesting, so he asked if I had time to run out for dinner with him. I did, and off we went.

    The usual pleasantries were exchanged, including “what do you do for a living.” I was surprised when he said he was a Catholic priest. At the parish in Terre Haute that would have been mine, while I lived there, had I been Catholic! So we were able to share Terre Haute stories.

    He paid for dinner in gratitude — that he could have an everyday conversation with someone who was not also a priest. For the Catholics he encountered treated him like he was nineteen feet tall. To me, he was just an interesting man.

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  2. It is indeed sometimes hard to remember priests are people, too. Maybe it’s that whole larger than life thing they have going for them.

    Years ago when we lived in St. Joseph, MO, we periodically had a priest over for dinner. It helped that he was only a year or two older than us, so that put him in his early to mid-30s at the time. It was still a jolt to see him come over wearing an Hawaiian shirt and shorts one time! As a non-Catholic at the time, it was my first insight into a priest actually having interests and experiences outside the church.

    Perhaps the most vivid insight I’ve had into priests being people too, before now, is a video I stumbled upon years ago. A priest was being interviewed about his time performing in a stunt driving show. He said the year he was assigned to learn about people he spent traveling the US, meeting an abundance of people at various fairs and related events while performing as a stunt driver. He said his speciality was driving through the burning wall. There just seems to be a bit of symbolism there.

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    • The stunt driver story sounds fun. It reminds me of a different video that I found, which involves a bunch of Irish Dominicans (wearing their habits) engaging in a serious snowball fight with one another.

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  3. Have I rubbed shoulders with a priest? If I have I don’t recall, so maybe I don’t have difficulty thinking of priests as people.

    I somewhat have the opposite problem with my brother, who is a pastor. Yes, he’s educated and experienced, and people seem to appreciate what he does. But come on, he’s my little brother. What does he know? 😛

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    • You remind me of the corollary rule in law. The biggest requirement for an expert witness is that he must come from at least 100 miles away. What was that about a profit being without honor in his own country? 🙂

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  4. Catholic priests have always had an aura of “other” for me because they are required to give up some fundamental parts of human life — such as marriage — which sets them apart from the larger community. But thank you for taking a bit of the mystery out of it by sharing your observations about your son’s companions on his spiritual journey. It’s a rare privilege to get a look behind the scenes, so to speak.

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  5. Our childhood priest (Orthodox, not Catholic) seemed a little less intimidating and more human we he traded his black Rambler 1st gen American for a yellow 2nd gen Toyota Corolla. But he still wore his black robes.

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