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This morning, I was invited to practice Lectio Divina with some other men in my community who are discerning to the diaconate. Due to lots of competing concerns-- many of them spiritual-- I haven't been devoting a lot of time to scripture itself lately; maybe this can be the catalyst to get me back to it?
One story I don't know whether I've shared is, when I started lectoring I used to get notifications on my watch that my resting pulse was shooting up to over 170, even though-- as my watch astutely noted-- I "did not appear to be exercising". Being nervous is one thing, but borderline having a heart attack did not seem healthy.
The same pattern happened when I started serving at the altar. I could barely think straight, my heart was going crazy. Why was I that anxious to be up there?
I ran this issue past my friend, Jim. He answered my question with a question: "Does God love you any less if you make a mistake?" I pondered for a moment... "Well, no. No, He doesn't." "Then why", Jim continued, "are you elevating the opinion of man, over that of God?"
I took it to prayer, and God revealed the bigger picture to me.
As a child, my sense of self-worth formed from being "the smartest kid in the school". When I got to high school and was in all of the honors classes, I quickly realized that at least half of the kids in there were smarter than I was! I was in a much, much larger pond, with all of the other "smartest kids in their own schools." This led to a crash in self-confidence. What the Lord showed me was, I had never gotten over it.
While I was up there, whether lectoring or serving, I was trying to be perfect to show off how cool I was, to wallpaper over what was actually intense insecurity. It was my subconscious trying to cover up for frail self-confidence through sheer gusto. But of course, no one is perfect! And yet, that was the bar I was trying to set for myself, hence the 170 pulse.
There is a long floor mat in the entryway of my home church. Whenever I was up there, I started to look at that floor mat: "That's me", I would remind myself. "I am the last of the last. I am here to serve. I am the lowest of the low: the humblest of the humble. I want everyone else to teach me, so that I can better serve them."
And that was it! My anxiety was gone!
Of course, I still get that healthy edge, where I am focused and want to do well. But in those situations, my entire orientation shifted away from me, and towards others. My newfound humility even made me a better listener, because rather than trying to show off "how smart I was", I was being a student and learning from everyone around me.
Other Musings
This morning, my dream "deacon mentor" said "yes"! Unbeknownst to me at the time, my discernment to the diaconate really started when I met him: we had a deacon at my church growing up, but he was hardly ever there, and I didn't know him. But my now-deacon mentor was present in Ellyn's RCIA classes, and it was through his example that I first became interested in the diaconate, at least at a sub-conscious level.
The Lord has now blessed me with the best spiritual director I could ever possibly imagine, in the form of my church's parochial vicar-- the best pastor I could imagine, to help guide and shape my formation-- and now the best mentor I could possibly imagine. The blessings all around are beyond my ability to even offer thanksgiving to God for: I feel deeply unworthy.
Also this morning, a couple of the men brought up this hermitage as a wonderful location to make a prayerful retreat, for self-reflection.
My friend Cassie borrowed me this book. I won't provided any spoilers, but it was extremely inspirational. Forgetting the key-most part of his story which I don't want to give away, another major take-away is that if he could get through seminary, given that he almost functionally lacked the ability to read going in, surely I can accomplish what it is God is asking me to do.
Changing subjects, I saw a thread on a forum recently, proclaiming this, that, and the other tune to be "the best video game song ever composed". I thought all of the suggestions, while decent enough, weren't even close to taking home that title. My vote for best video game composition of all time? Tim Follin's "Solstice" theme, on the NES.
Prayer for Surrender
"Lord, I thank You for another day of life. I surrender everything to You-- all that I have, all my talents. Take me and lead me and guide me where You want me to go, whom You want me to meet, and what You want me to say. I surrender everything to You. Use me as You see fitto give You the glory. Send Your Holy Spirit to fill me up and guide me. Amen."
-Father Mark Stang
One story I don't know whether I've shared is, when I started lectoring I used to get notifications on my watch that my resting pulse was shooting up to over 170, even though-- as my watch astutely noted-- I "did not appear to be exercising". Being nervous is one thing, but borderline having a heart attack did not seem healthy.
The same pattern happened when I started serving at the altar. I could barely think straight, my heart was going crazy. Why was I that anxious to be up there?
I ran this issue past my friend, Jim. He answered my question with a question: "Does God love you any less if you make a mistake?" I pondered for a moment... "Well, no. No, He doesn't." "Then why", Jim continued, "are you elevating the opinion of man, over that of God?"
I took it to prayer, and God revealed the bigger picture to me.
As a child, my sense of self-worth formed from being "the smartest kid in the school". When I got to high school and was in all of the honors classes, I quickly realized that at least half of the kids in there were smarter than I was! I was in a much, much larger pond, with all of the other "smartest kids in their own schools." This led to a crash in self-confidence. What the Lord showed me was, I had never gotten over it.
While I was up there, whether lectoring or serving, I was trying to be perfect to show off how cool I was, to wallpaper over what was actually intense insecurity. It was my subconscious trying to cover up for frail self-confidence through sheer gusto. But of course, no one is perfect! And yet, that was the bar I was trying to set for myself, hence the 170 pulse.
There is a long floor mat in the entryway of my home church. Whenever I was up there, I started to look at that floor mat: "That's me", I would remind myself. "I am the last of the last. I am here to serve. I am the lowest of the low: the humblest of the humble. I want everyone else to teach me, so that I can better serve them."
And that was it! My anxiety was gone!
Of course, I still get that healthy edge, where I am focused and want to do well. But in those situations, my entire orientation shifted away from me, and towards others. My newfound humility even made me a better listener, because rather than trying to show off "how smart I was", I was being a student and learning from everyone around me.
Other Musings
This morning, my dream "deacon mentor" said "yes"! Unbeknownst to me at the time, my discernment to the diaconate really started when I met him: we had a deacon at my church growing up, but he was hardly ever there, and I didn't know him. But my now-deacon mentor was present in Ellyn's RCIA classes, and it was through his example that I first became interested in the diaconate, at least at a sub-conscious level.
The Lord has now blessed me with the best spiritual director I could ever possibly imagine, in the form of my church's parochial vicar-- the best pastor I could imagine, to help guide and shape my formation-- and now the best mentor I could possibly imagine. The blessings all around are beyond my ability to even offer thanksgiving to God for: I feel deeply unworthy.
Also this morning, a couple of the men brought up this hermitage as a wonderful location to make a prayerful retreat, for self-reflection.
My friend Cassie borrowed me this book. I won't provided any spoilers, but it was extremely inspirational. Forgetting the key-most part of his story which I don't want to give away, another major take-away is that if he could get through seminary, given that he almost functionally lacked the ability to read going in, surely I can accomplish what it is God is asking me to do.
Changing subjects, I saw a thread on a forum recently, proclaiming this, that, and the other tune to be "the best video game song ever composed". I thought all of the suggestions, while decent enough, weren't even close to taking home that title. My vote for best video game composition of all time? Tim Follin's "Solstice" theme, on the NES.
Prayer for Surrender
"Lord, I thank You for another day of life. I surrender everything to You-- all that I have, all my talents. Take me and lead me and guide me where You want me to go, whom You want me to meet, and what You want me to say. I surrender everything to You. Use me as You see fitto give You the glory. Send Your Holy Spirit to fill me up and guide me. Amen."
-Father Mark Stang




