“My Call to the Priesthood” by Jocelyn Collen

cropped-Rounded-logo-only-FC25years-e1437314895104.jpg“Body of Christ”
“Amen”

“Body of Christ”
“Amen”

“Body of Christ”
“Amen”

My sister, my brother, and I would play church at the bottom stair of our basement when we were very small.

We used Necco® wafers as our hosts. We all took turns presiding, made up our own Alleluia, and of course, used our long-handled basket for our imaginary collection.

We didn’t think we were profound. We didn’t think we were being sacramental. But, we knew we were not being irreverent. We knew, at ages 6, 4, and 2 that we were doing something important. We knew we were part of something greater than ourselves, and greater that our green basement steps. We liked playing church. We liked singing together, and standing up and down after we said Amen! We liked giving one another Eucharist.

That was my first call to priesthood. The Necco®  wafers just appeared to be created for the use of communion in our home.

I still want to be presiding at a Eucharistic celebration with my family and friends in a humble, familiar setting. A basement or a local church would do.

For the time being, I must find a Eucharistic table that is in the form of a side table with prayer cards, poems, a box of tissues, and a bowl of sea glass on top of it. My couch and easy chair are our basement step or pews. I share Eucharistic meals with the conversation as bread, and the tears, joys, desires, struggles, and passions as wine. My office in campus ministry is my small church.  The undergraduates at Fairfield University come by to talk, to visit, to cry, to ask for advice, to interview for immersion trips or leadership positions, to share good news, to nap on my couch, and/or to discuss God’s presence in their lives. Although our Eucharistic Food is not chewable, it is the connection that has been formed with the trust between the campus minister and the student that allows us to share together.

I am privileged to host our nourishing conversation. I am Blessed to be chosen as God’s instrument here in Coastal Connecticut. I only pray that I may hear the inner workings of God and Sophia in my Sacred Space disguised as my office.

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