Sunday the 27th of June, around 8pm my Facebook status updated to “thinks that he is feeling called to join the catholic priesthood.” This would go on to attract some 37 Facebook interactions, numerous phone calls and absolutely hilarious moments at work, but what was said behind my back broke my heart…
I’m going to be honest and say that all intelligent parts of me are screaming “don’t post this” but I’m furious, and, to be honest, shattered. I don’t think I’ve been this hurt in a really long time. So before I dive into this, let me qualify one thing…the idea of priesthood has and until I’m shown my vocation, will always be a real viable option for me, but did Sundays gospel make it abundantly clear to me, no.
At the time I was at Kookaburra Cafe with about 12 other people, one of whom grabbed my phone and updated my status, and answered comments. You will notice I never replied again after some five minutes since the initial post, simply because I didn’t create the mess, and I had no will to clean it up. Was it hilarious? Heck yes. Would I have done it to this person give the chance? Most definitely? Does it make us feel bad that people responded genuinely? Very much so. To those who left honest comments, and said honest prayers for my discernment, thanks. I really do appreciate that. For those who feel cheated by this status, sorry. I actually am.
This is no good, and I could apologise much more sincerely then I just did, but I want to do that in person the reason for this blog is not to do with the iphone break in, or the lovely comments, or even the hilarious phone calls, but it’s to do with people who shouldn’t be able to read that status.
In the last two years my life has changed dramatically, we’ve spoken about this before, I now live my life solely for the will of God, to use a cliche I have laid my life down at the altar, and everything I do, I do for Jesus. I have an incredible relationship with Jesus, that’s not to say I’m alright, I am indeed very broken, I lie, I brag and I gossip amongst other things that are not great, but I’m trying.
Some people have put this change down to chasing girls, some people have said it was the only option I had, others think it’s all for a job, and others, as I have just found out think that it’s all attention seeking. Wow.
Throughout the week a few people have told me about negative criticism that people have said about that status update on Sunday night, and sadly a resoundingly huge number of them have called it attention seeking, which is fine, whatever, I love the spotlight, but tonight it broke my heart.
Tonight I found out that people I believed to be my closest, best friends had decided that this status was attention seeking, a desperate cry for attention.
I actually don’t know what to say past that sentence. Some of these people I trusted with so much, some of these people had burnt me in the past and I couldn’t expect much more from. Some of these people were people I’d bend over backwards for because of how much I love them. I hate being vulnerable, I mean, I get to be the funny guy, the fun guy, the MC, the organiser, the preacher so much, like I have a pretty solid radio show, that gets me some pretty sic perks. I like to portray the image that I am “it” that I have it all perfect, and I hate to let people see that in some places people don’t like or respect me…but I don’t know what else to do, my heart is shattered.
I mean growing up I was a horrible person, I relate to Relient K’s song Who I am hates who I’ve been more then any other song I know, and so I don’t blame people for not wanting to be friends with me, and I realise that outside the people who actually know me now a lot of people probably still think I’m the same person, after all, I’m loud, I update Facebook a lot and I love the spotlight, so with these things not much has changed, but then look beyond that, look at my Christian friends and I like to think most of them would tell you of the heart I have for God, the desire I have for better respect to flow through our young people.
Sadly, I think tonight I realised the differences in the friendship groups I have, I realised that those people that God makes me hang around with all the time are the people who I need to grow with, because those other “friends” seem to resent everything I am.
I have the most amazing set of Christian friends, from all over the place. Thank you for challenging me, for keeping me grounded. For doing life with me, authentically. For proving day after day that losing your life to Jesus is not about kneeling or being bored, but is about adventure, late nights at Max Brenner and shooting things.
I want to talk to you, right now, those who said it was all attention seeking, those who knew pre-2008 Scott, who I now understand don’t actually know me at all. In Kim Walker’s version of How He Loves she makes a prayer in which she says “The love of God changes us, and we’re never the same after we encounter the love of God.” I’ve been blessed to have an encounter that changed me, that’s why as you sat there gossiping about how horrible I am, 20 something other people glorified God for my possible discernment.
I love you guys so much, like seriously, with all my heart. I am truly sorry that I have hurt you all so that you talk so horribly about me behind my back. Every day I think about how cool it’d be to hang out with you guys, so it stings a little that you think the opposite. It stings a lot more that the few of you I get to talk to regularly were just as quick to say the things you did. It stings even more that it wasn’t just me targeted, that other people commenting got the silver bullet.
I think what’s ironic is now I have been challenged by something in last Sunday’s gospel.
“No one who sets a hand to the plow and looks to what was left behind is fit for the kingdom of God.”