By building a family business inreal estate, my parents were ableto send us to Catholic school andhelp us with college. My goal as ayoung adult was to either embark ona career in criminal justice or takeover the family business. I ended updoing some of both. I sold real estatepart-time for the family business andworked my way up in the judiciaryof the state of Hawaii.
I was achieving my professional dreams, but I always had thesense that something was missingin my life. A sense of yearning andsearching would overtake me, and Icouldn’t pinpoint what it was. Thosefeelings surfaced on occasion, thenbecame more frequent. As I waspursuing my career, I continued tobe an active, contributing memberof the worship community whereverI lived. I volunteered in religiouseducation and helped with youthand young adult ministry.
My life seemed to follow ahealthy pattern: I was building anetwork of friends, vacationing,building my career, taking care ofthe family business, volunteering,having romantic relationships, etc.
But again—there was somethingyearning in my heart—and finally Ihad to take it seriously.
Am I crazy or what?
All my life I had been around
priests, brothers, and sisters, so I
had a fair understanding of the sacri-
fices they made to serve God and the
church. I even had family members
who belonged to religious orders.
Yet never in my wildest dreams had Iconsidered giving up my car, sharing my salary, asking for permissionto do this or that, giving up on aspouse or family of my own. Notuntil someone directly asked me toconsider it. When a friend suggestedI should think about the possibil
Code #216 VocationNetwork.org Community Search
There wassomething yearningin my heart—andfinally I had to takeit seriously.