He remembers they were nicely
dressed—black pants, white shirts,
blazers—and they talked about both
the academics and the sports the
high school seminary offered. “They
made it sound so fun,” Henson says.
He went home and told his great
aunt, “I want to be a priest.”
So for high school, he enrolled in
St. Vincent’s Seminary in Montebello,
California. He was all lined up, it ap-
peared, to enter the priesthood. Except
that he wasn’t. Henson stayed in the
seminary only two years—leaving after
that to attend a Catholic boys’ high
His advice to young
people considering
religious vocation: Pray
for God’s guidance
and take the time to
“experiment with life.”
“
ing “that I wanted to make a difference in the world,” Henson recalls.
“I wanted to make a splash. I wanted
people to remember me.”
As he grew older, that sense of
wanting to be special shifted to a
more selfless thinking that “I wanted
to do something that would impact
people’s lives.”
He had become an altar server,
the priests celebrated Mass, he felt,
“I want to do that.”
Maybe I should be a priest
He attended a Catholic elementary
school, where, when he was in the
sixth grade, a group of seminar-
ians came to speak to his class.
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