I just wrote goodbye letters to 12 beloved Catholic priests and Religious Sisters. I can't believe we are leaving the Archdiocese of Washington D.C. in a few weeks. I feel like I'm leaving a body part behind, it's so painful.
On the plus side, as I wrote my goodbye letter to the five priests and 2 deacons I have assigned at my City Parish Church alone, I thought "it's going to be kind of cool to just have ONE spiritual father at my new country church."
At St. Joseph's church in Martinsburg, West Virginia there is just one priest who will preach at every Mass and hear every confession. After the move, there will be no "cherry picking" in line for your favorite confessor or zipping down to the Basilica when we want to get confession done in a flash on a weekday.
It feels sort of good. I'm ready to grow up spiritually.
