Following Commencement with the Chancellor of the University of the South,
Bishop J. Neil Alexander (Bishop of Atlanta).
The day came and went as fast as you could imagine. Graduation day, family, and all the goodbyes. A day that seemed as though it would never happen, finally did. And it happened quickly. How did three years disappear so fast? Can I get that time back? Just one more hour in the theology library? Well, no. Time's up.
While the degree title can be misleading, "Masters of Divinity," I leave Sewanee probably with more questions than answers, deeper questions probing the Christian life and witness. And yet, I have gained a clearer sense of my own call towards ordained ministry along with a deeper faith in Christ. I could not even begin to summarize all the experiences, encounters in ministry, and relationships in community that evolved over these three short years. But I have learned something about death and resurrection, love and betrayal, and what the risks entail for living a life of faith in Christ. "Comfort the afflicted," you hear often in the seminary halls, "and afflict the comfortable." There is nothing glamorous about ministry, as you know: the pay is lousy and the hours are consuming. But, there is profound joy and wholeness that fills those earthen vessels with overflowing life--however cracked though they may be.
One step that I took this year towards my formation was professing vows in a new, emerging monastic community based in the Diocese of Atlanta--the Order of St. Anthony the Great, OPC. The order was formed in 2006 and I liked the idea of being apart of an order whose history has not yet been written. We shall soon have 11 brothers and will be petitioning General Convention in 2012 for formal recognition in the wider body. I wanted to adapt my life to a written "rule" and live under vows of simplicity, obedience, and chastity (celibacy in singleness and fidelity in marriage). There is a great freedom, believe it or not, in this life. Free to love chastely, to obey the rule and the authority over me, and live simply is really life-giving. I began my discernment with the community in Lent 2009 and my vows are annual. The monastic "me" compliments my calling to be a priest. And yes, we do have monk-priests in the Episcopal Church!