Another school year has begun, and I am once again blessed to be writing one of the student blogs for Franciscan University. While this is the beginning of another year, this is not just any year for me. This is my senior year; my last year if everything goes according to plan. Being in this position, I can’t help but reflect on my time here at Franciscan. Specifically, I’ve thought about how much I have received in my time here. The blessings, experiences, and people I have met have all combined to make me into a better man and a better Catholic. Now I feel the need to give something back. The Lord has shown me all that I have been given and now He asks me what I will give. How will I take those blessings and use them to change somebody else’s life, to form a young man or woman who is in the same position I was just a few years ago? The parable of the servants and the talents comes to mind, and I definitely don’t want to be the servant with the shovel.
One of the ways I have been called to lead this year is as a household coordinator. Last spring, 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. My duties include organizing Lord’s days, retreats, and the general day-to-day functioning of the household. On a deeper level, however, the task is daunting. As a coordinator, I am responsible for the continued growth in holiness of my brothers and the household in general. 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 this year.
Being a coordinator has its perks as well. For one, I got to come to campus early and participate in freshman orientation. I was responsible for the freshman on my wing, and I can’t help but be blown away by the type of person this university is able to attract, young men and women who yearn for the Lord in their lives and have the courage to seek Him. Another perk was leading my household onto the field of Olympic battle.
Every year starts off with Household Olympics consisting of some of the most outlandish games and challenges imaginable. Just to give you an idea, fake cow milking was an event. Of course, this is all done for the fantastic prize of a plastic trophy. Needless to say, the competition is fierce. The Fishers did not carry the day, but it did allow us the opportunity to hone our tribal war paint skills. A fulfilling day in anybody’s book I’m sure.