On Vocations – ‘You Did This All For Me And I Don’t Even Care’

This entry is continued from the previous one and I strongly suggest that the reader read that first before this one.

So as continued from the previous post:

When the day of confession came, the designated kid was so nervous because he didn’t know how the priest would react to what he was to tell him. He thought that his mother might get to know of what he was to tell the priest or that he might earn the ire of the priest or that he might be made to perform a heavy penance.

Nevertheless he heard confession. Despite his nervousness, he got to tell everything on the list.

“I tripped an elderly woman.”

“I broke all the windows in the neighborhood.”

“I burned a cat.”

And the sins went on and on becoming worse and worse.

After the kid told everything he felt silent as he didn’t know how the priest would react. Just then the priest calmly said “for your penance, go in front of the altar and say ‘You did this all for me and I don’t even care 50 times.'”

This surprised the kid so given the cue he dashed off to the altar and started about with his thing. He swiftly recited the lines the first 10 times…

“You did this all for me and I don’t even care. You did this all for me and I don’t even care. You did this all for me and I don’t even care.”

Then slowed down a bit before the 20th time.

“You did this all for me and I don’t even care… You did this all for me and I don’t even care… You did this all for me and I don’t even care…”

Then went on even more slowly before the 30th time

“You did this all for me and I don’t even care…… You did this all for me and I don’t even care…… You did this all for me and I don’t even care……”

Outside the Church the other gang members were anxiously awaiting for their companion. All of them were scared at what could possibly happen to the kid because it was taking him too long inside. They thought as well that thought that their mother might get to know of what their friend was to tell the priest or that their friend might earn the ire of the priest or that their companion might be made to perform a heavy penance.

When they were not able to contain their restlessness anymore they tried to push each other to go inside and find out why their companion’s taking too long. When none could muster the courage to do so all of them decided to all go in at the same time.

When they entered the place they found their companion in front of the altar. Out of curiosity they slowly approached the kid. They then knelt beside their companion as they realized something the latter did.

There the kid was kneeling in front of the image of the crucified Christ tearfully saying the words: “You did this all for me and I don’t even care.”

The old priest in his delight then remarked:

“That was a wonderful story! Mind if I share it on Sunday?”

To which the young bishop replied:

“If anyone ever has the right to tell that story, it would have to be you. You see, you were that young priest…. and I was that little boy.”

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On Vocations – The Worst Sins’ List

Incidentally today is Ash Wednesday. However this post has nothing to do with the said Roman Catholic feast day. It’s just one of those sermons I still remember and find fitting to occupy a post in my humble blog.

The following content was shared by an American priest who said mass in Greenbelt when I was still hearing mass, (when I was still in college if I’m not mistaken.) So without further ado, here’s something insightful on the subject of vocations written by a person who could barely remember some of the story’s particular details:

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Once there was an old priest who was assigned to a far parish. Then one day a young bishop informed him that he was going there so the old priest prepared his place for the coming visitor.

The young bishop came when the old priest was asleep in a seat in the former’s porch. The bishop quietly sat on another chair in the porch and focused on the view of the country for quite a while.

Later the old priest woke up and said his apologies to his guest. He then proceeded to prepare some refreshments after the latter assured the former of not being bothered at all.

As the two were having a conversation the young bishop asked the old priest. “Do you mind if I tell you a story?”

“That would be wonderful,” replied the old priest. “I sure could use some new stories for my homilies.”

And so the young bishop began:

A young priest was once assigned in a suburban parish. Upon hearing this a gang of young boys then decided to “welcome” the new priest of their place.

So they got together to think of a way to do just that. They thought of a lot of ways to “greet” the priest.

“Should we slash the tires of his car? No that would get us into trouble with our parents.

“Should we break the glasses of the windows of the Church? No that would get us into trouble with our parents.”

And so they thought and thought.

Finally one of them came up with the perfect idea.

First they’ll come up with a list of sins and arrange it in such a way that it keeps on getting worse. Then one of them will go to confession to the young priest and tell all of them. They figured that the priest will get more and more confused as he hears all those sins he will not know what to do!

And so they did just that. They all thought of the worst sins they can think of and listed everything.

“I tripped an elderly woman.”

“I broke all the windows in the neighborhood.”

“I burned a cat.”

And the sins kept getting worse and worse.

After they finished the list, their leader ordered the gang’s weakest looking member to memorize the list as he was to be the one to go to confession.

And he did just that.

To be continued…