If there is such a thing as an obvious candidate for monastic life, I am not it. I do not come from a religious background. Prayer, Scripture and liturgy were not part of the landscape of my childhood, and church seemed like a foreign country to me. Yet I was born with a deep and insatiable longing for God. I believe we are all born with such a longing, whether or not we are given the language to express it. As I grew up, this longing persisted and evolved into a long and difficult spiritual journey that began during my college years and continued as I graduated and moved to Boston. It was there that I began, without really knowing why, to explore the Catholic Church.
During that time of exploration, I gradually realized to my astonishment that the God of my heart, for whom I had longed all my life, had a name, and his name was Jesus Christ. I learned that there were other people who loved him, too, and that I could journey with them from now on—no longer alone on my quest, but joined by fellow travelers who knew the road better than I did. I knew great happiness and peace in the parish community that embraced me as their own during the Easter Vigil of 2007, when I was baptized. But it was not long before I discerned, within my Christian vocation, a call to monastic life, which led me to Mount St. Mary’s Abbey.
And so this day is about much more than me and my life. It is about those who have gone before me, whose lives have been the seed for my own planting. It is above all about the One who is both Seed and Sower—the One Love who holds each of us in the depths of his unfathomable heart, who holds all of us in communion with one another.