My dream as a young boy, teen-ager and young man was to serve God as a priest.  That dream kept returning as I tried new careers, met knew people married and fathered a child.  It never abandoned me burrowing into my soul appearing on occasion to cause doubt or raise awareness until I finally decided to embrace the inevitability of who I was called to be.

The image I had of myself when I was young bears little resemblance to the reality of who I am today.  I am not bound by incense, bells or candles.  My work is not for people to come to me but for me to seek them out, meet them where they are, in nursing homes, house churches and veterans centers.

I don’t work for a stipend but am awarded a generous compensation from the knowledge that I am ministering to people where they are … and that has made all the difference.