Sometimes it seems that the March for Life is the Catholic/Pro-Life thing to do mid-January. We make our signs, try to sleep on a bus, stand for a few hours in the cold, catch up with old friends, shuffle along Constitution Avenue, say a rosary, pack up our things, and leave.
Franciscan University is such a special place for so many reasons. And I think I could talk all day about why, but there are a few standout reasons why I think Franciscan is unlike any other university.
I’ll admit it, I never really took the Lenten season all that seriously before being submerged in such a dynamically Catholic environment here at Franciscan. I vow to make this Lent meaningful, to walk step by step with Christ, to follow through with dedication as He did on the Cross for the sake of my littleness. He’s inviting me to the desert with the warmest of welcomes.
It’s been said to me before, usually by friends of mine or others that I meet who aren’t fully aware of what life at Franciscan is like, that this little University on top of the hill is a bubble. That it’s a collection of like-minded people and I would be almost kidding myself to be convinced that I’m not just developing an idealistic view of the world while I’m here. But this isn’t the reality of what Franciscan is, and what this University does for its students.
Here at Franciscan University there are so many opportunities for the human person to thrive and grow. The campus faith life is unmatched, with over 600 students going to daily mass, an active household faith life, and over 25 Friars on campus to serve us students. The friendships formed here are amazing relationships with like-minded people that challenge you to grow everyday closer to the Lord.
To some outsiders (mostly my mother, and probably most mothers) a men’s college dorm may appear to be a smelly, dirty, loud environment that someone should avoid if at all possible. But until you’ve lived in the dorm, you may not be able to fully grasp how that seemingly putrid smell is the smell of a…
For those of you who don’t know, I recently returned from a semester abroad in Gaming, Austria – Franciscan University’s study abroad program. I also blogged about it here if you are interested in reading more about that experience. To sum it up, it was the semester of a lifetime.
A requirement of my pastoral counseling class was to commit to a spiritual exercise during the semester in order to grow in our faith lives, as this is the foundation for all we do in pastoral counseling. At the beginning of the semester I was excited to be able to do this assignment. I wanted to commit to a Holy Hour every week, and hopefully add a couple more Holy Hours when I was able.
It’s almost time to be heading home for Thanksgiving break. That is just so crazy. I think I’ve mentioned in all of my blog posts so far this semester how fast it feels like time is passing these days, and it continues to press on at an unnatural rate. But life is good! Even with all the craziness. As I begin to approach these final weeks of the fall semester, and it seems like there’s so much to do and finish before finals, I’ve been consoled by the words of St. Francis de Sales.
If there is anything for certain that I can tell you about the last few years at Franciscan it is that God works in the most unexpected ways. It’s in the smallest of choices that I’ve made that He has worked the most. I would like to tell you about one of those times.