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Yesterday I met with my designated contact person on the diocesan Committee of Priesthood (COPs).  JB+ and I have some previous history from when we staffed Happening weekends together at his church back in the day.  He is a good, fun, easy-going soul, and I am so glad the powers that be matched me with him.  That his looks remind me of John Denver and he sings while playing the guitar ridiculously well is just frosting on the cake.

I'd scheduled the appointment to discuss a repeated question, raised first by my bishop during the postulancy interview and then again from a professor during my interview at the Big Old Seminary.  What do you think you might study in seminary?  Hmmm.  There's a required course load, I know.  It's stuff that will likely ground me more fully in scripture, theology and church history.  But how do you answer the question?  Is there a right answer?  I dunno.  That's my answer.  I don't know.  Yet.

Thankfully, advisor friend put me at ease by reminding me of this thing in the process called "formation".  It won't necessarily be mentioned by anyone, but it will be implied by everyone.  Even intended and expected.  Formation.  Consulting the on-line dictionary, I found definition #2 from Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (© 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.) to be more to my liking and spot-on: "The manner in which a thing is formed; structure; construction; conformation; form; as, the peculiar formation of the heart."

I can feel it.  It's been subtle and mostly easy.  So far.  Right now, it feels good, but I'm not so naive as to think it will always be this way.  In fact, as I type this, I can hear the rumbling of thunder about to roll into the area.  It's been raining, and its getting dark and wet, breezy and cold.  "The West Wing" episode that just started opens with Don Henley's "New York Minute":
                                       Somebody going to emergency
                                            Somebody's going to jail
                                  If you find somebody to love in this world
                                       You better hang on tooth and nail
                                         The wolf is always at the door
                                                In a new york minute
                                              Everything can change

Almighty Father, your Seeking Servant prays for guidance.