My day job, when I’m not busy being a superhero blogger, is one as a tour guide here at Franciscan University. It’s a role that I truly enjoy to play because of all of the people that I come in contact with and the questions they ask me. Today, a young lady began asking me about the authentically Catholic culture here on campus. Specifically, she was asking about the Theology program and faculty. Thus, I began to tell her about some of my experiences over the past few years and different professors I had taken. I had to cut myself short in fear of boring her to death just with the sound of my voice going on and on. I couldn’t help but continue pondering, however, about what it means to be authentically Catholic.
My pondering led me to the most prestigious of reference sources: dictionary.com. Dictionary.com defines authentic as not false or copied; genuine; real. I love that term genuine. Someone who is genuine is a person who can be trusted – what you see is what you get. I feel that is how the Catholic culture is here on campus. People here are genuinely Catholic. That’s not to say that they are perfectly Catholic, but that they truly desire a relationship with the Lord. This authenticity extends far beyond the Theology classroom and permeates all aspects of campus life. I walked into my dorm yesterday and there was praise and worship happening in the lobby followed by a hall rosary. What kind of school does that? The funny thing, however, is that nobody who walked into the dorm during the praise and worship was at all surprised to see it taking place. Holiness is expected here on campus, not stumbled upon.
Even things like a banana pancake breakfast with friends show the joy that radiates from the students here. Again, there’s nothing specifically Catholic about banana pancakes, except that they probably exist in Heaven, but just the time to be together with friends, genuine friends, is something I will always cherish. Hopefully, some of y’all out there reading this blog will come to Franciscan and help continue this Catholic culture.
I’m Marc Radabaugh. My household, Fishers of Men, chose me to lead them through this year. On its surface, the responsibility doesn’t seem to be too great. On a deeper level, however, the task is daunting. For someone who has a hard time finding holiness myself, I can’t help but think at times that there was a mistake in the ballot counting. Fortunately, God’s grace is both powerful and overflowing, and I’m counting on that river of grace to carry me through. Hopefully, some of y’all out there reading this blog will come to Franciscan and help continue this Catholic culture.