Vocation Week
When I was younger, I remember in my Catholic elementary school, we would have special weeks with names like Vocation Week. During this particular week, there would be some soul searching for what our life calling was. Yes, you are supposed to be called by age nine. Anyway, various classwork and dicussion would be based on this theme. At the time it seemed that there was a miniaturized recruitment process going on to see who might be interested in a life of service to God.
It always put me thinking about what life as a priest would be. I remember really enjoying the thought of the quiet mysterious corridors in the seminary. On my way to retrive a book of secretive traditions, I would encounter an evil monk who had infiltrated the monastery. Of course I would have to battle the monk using my martial art that that we trained in. Fists and kicks would fly in the moonlit marble hallways. Paintings of Martin Luther or Napoleon would be knocked off the walls. Soon, due to some holy intervention, the evil monk would mistakenly throw himself off balance and tumble out of the stainglass window.
From his broken body, the evil monk’s spirit would burn through his flesh like acid and escape into darkness, only to vow vengeance for a later moment.
Turns out that a man of the cloth lives too violent a lifestyle, so I instead decided computer graphics were my calling.
April 4, 2006 at 8:40 pm | writing | No comment
