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The Priest

The Priest

 

There was a man that wanted to be a priest, and I met him in the parking lot as he came in and introduced myself. As we were walking up to the Center I could tell that he was very, very saddened about something, and really didn’t have any answers that he knew what to do. He told me, “I’ve come here this afternoon because I heard about the Meher Baba Center, but being Catholic, I didn’t know if it would be all right that I come. So I was told, yes, that it was for all.” I said yes, that is right, I too was born and raised Catholic. Well, then he kind of perked up a little bit, hearing me say that, so it must have made him feel he could talk to me a little bit more about his feelings.

 

He told me ever since he was a little boy he wanted to be a priest. His heart was sure that was what he wanted to do when he grew up. As the time came, more and more he started to feel something was holding him back, that he just couldn’t seem to be ready to say he would go into the priesthood. He found himself putting it off, and yet feeling extremely uncomfortable as the time went on. Also, his mother and father and different relatives were asking him about it. He didn’t really want to tell them what was in his heart and that he was feeling so uncomfortable and he didn’t feel like he could tell them that, but he was telling me how very much his heart was hurting, that he felt he couldn’t become the priest that he wanted to be, and to be able to hold the chalice and the bread, the host, and feel like he could change the bread and wine into the body and blood of God, of Jesus.

 

He said, “Please, dear God, help me. I came here this afternoon and I’m just in torment. I know I have to take some action one way or the other. I must do this, now. The time has come in my life.” As he was talking and we were walking around, we went into the Lagoon Cabin, and when we came out I could see a tremendous change start to take place. Then we walked around the Center, took a few minutes to sit down and talk, and he says, “I’m feeling so much better in a certain kind of way. I can’t tell you, it seems like something is starting to lift.” He pointed to his chest. “It feels really strange for me.” We finished talking and he was feeling so much more comfortable; his eyes started to take on a different look, and the despair that was in his eyes when I first saw him had lifted, I couldn’t see that in his eyes anymore. As we finished the tour and started to head for his car in the parking lot, as we were walking past the Green Cabins, he says, “You know, I’m so glad I came here this afternoon. I feel so comfortable now. I know I will be able to make the choice now of becoming a priest. I can do this now. I feel so different than when we came up this path before, and I can’t even tell you what it was, what happened here. I don’t know, all I know is I’m walking back to the car now and I don’t feel anything like I did when I was getting out of the car and coming up this way before. This has all totally changed for me. I have felt so much love as we walked around Baba’s Center here, I can’t begin to tell you what this means to me. I’ll be eternally grateful for this.”

 

We both looked at each other as he got to his car and I said, “Well, this has been a beautiful afternoon, and we’ll see what it is that God wants for you as time passes. You know God is always with us right in our hearts, and sometimes He speaks in such a way that we are then able to listen, by His grace. Maybe that’s what took place this afternoon, maybe you could really, really listen. It’s a beautiful place here.” He said, “Yes, it is, Oh, it is so beautiful.” I said, “We’re really, really all of us very blessed to have this beautiful place that Meher Baba has given all of us.” He said, “Yes, yes indeed, indeed.”

 

I stood there and I waved to him as he drove off, and I waved until I couldn’t see him anymore. Then he stuck his hand out the window and waved back to me. It was such a beautiful feeling. Many times I think about that young man.

 

 

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