On Friday, Father DeCelles announced he's been moved to St. Raymond of Peñafort, about 25 minutes away. This is a devestating blow for all of us at St. Mary's, particularly those of us in Men's Group, and the army of 110 (!) altar boys he oversaw. It's the second priest we've lost this year: in January, the Bishop moved Fr. Belli, after only about six months at St. Mary's, to a new assignment out in Leesburg, about an hour away.
Both moves, while sad, made sense. St. Mary's is a solid, orthodox parish with a stable hand at the wheel in the form of our pastor, Fr. Kleinmann. Packing the parish with so many of Arlington's best priests is like putting all of your best pitchers in the same game: the crowd loves it (oh, how we loved it!), but it's probably not the best idea. Just as there are other games to pitch, there are other parishes to tend to. And frankly, those parishes probably need our priests more. Plus, in his new role, Father DeCelles will be the equivalent of a pastor (technically, it's a two-year trial period before he's formally installed as pastor: he likened it to being a pastor without the job security), instead of assisting Father Kleinmann. And, of course, it's the will of the Bishop.
Plus, and this is the real silver lining, St. Mary's is receiving in place of Father DeCelles a young priest named Father Mick Kelly. When I say "young priest," I mean I went to his ordination two weeks ago. Or as Father DeCelles put is, his hands are still wet with chrism oil (you can see his hands being chrismated here, from his ordination). Two friends-of-a-friend who were in a Bible study with him describe him as holy and devout, so I'm looking forward to his arrival. For a new priest, having Fr. Klienmann as a pastor would be a real blessing. So in a very real way, everyone benefits: Father DeCelles gets promoted, Fr. Kelly gets a good parish and great pastor, and St. Mary's trades one orthodox priest for another. It's change, and change is hard, but in the grand scheme of things, it's probably change for the better.
On Saturday, I got sick with a nasty head cold.
On Sunday, I called my dad, it being Father's Day and all. He suggested one of the reasons I might be sick was overwork, trying to balance working part-time with the stresses of studying for the bar. Reminding me that I was planning on flying in to Kansas City for Fourth of July, he suggested I just make it a one-way. Later that day, one of my friends introduced me to this ad for South Carolina's Attorney General's race, in which the opponent is attacked for having failed the bar. This was just the reminder I needed. Thanks, Jake.On Monday, still sick, I decided that my dad was right, and after talking and praying on it, decided to take him up on his offer. This is huge for me. It means I'll be flying to Kansas City on July 2nd, and won't be back in D.C. until... I have no idea. And it means that I've now given myself under two weeks to pack up, clean up, and vacate my apartment -- a month earlier than originally planned (our lease expires at the end of July, and both of my roommates are about to start either grad or law school). I mentioned this Monday night to one of my two roommates, saying that it was probably not enough notice to even try and find anyone for the month, so I'd just go ahead and pay the rent as if I were still living there. (I let the other one know a little later).
Yesterday, I formally submitted my resignation at work, effective July 2nd. I've worked with this firm since 2001, and so even though none of the co-workers I currently work with are people I even knew when I started here, it's still a bit hard to say goodbye. It is, I hope, only for a time -- my goal is to work for this same firm as an attorney once I pass the bar.
That brings us to last night. I became suddenly aware that the normal social networks I have through school, work, and church had all become suddenly disrupted. Whatever this fall may look like, it won't look like spring did. My life is likely to have a new cast of characters. I had been bracing myself for Father DeCelles' departure. Now I find that I'll be leaving St. Mary's before he does. The whole thing still had (and sort of, has) a surreal quality.
Last night, then, something wonderful happened. The first roommate I'd spoken to about my plans yells for me to come to the living room. He then mentions that he has this friend, who has a lease starting August 1st, who needs a place to stay for the month of July.
I, of course, happen to have such a place. I haven't finalized everything yet, but this is an amazing blessing. First, I won't be out the nearly $800 I would be otherwise for rent. And second, it's an amazing comfort, because the sheer odds of that working out so quickly, and so perfectly, without me ever lifting a finger to make it work, suggest that the path I'm going on is the one God intends me to go on. And that means so much more to me than the rent does. It's just an invaluable comfort. Praised be Jesus Christ, now and forever!