I am irritated when people are not direct. When a person beats around the bush, when they give all the details without describing the actual reality, I get quite disappointed. I feel that this happens in religion far too often. I may be very wrong, but I get the impression that a great deal of preaching is simply missing the point.
The minute I point an accusing finger, I have to reflect that critique back on myself. In my blog especially, I tend to share random odds and ends without nailing down the crux of my spirituality. I follow this bad tendency because being honest is hard, and I’m not very good at difficult things. Because if there is one thing that characterizes my spirituality it would be my time in the seminary, and if there is one thing that characterizes my time at the seminary it would be depression.
Going into the seminary, my psychological evaluation revealed that I was prone to a chronic low-grade depression called dysthymia. This was in no way a surprise to me. I tend to stray away from a sun-shiny optimism and focus on the hard facts of reality. –I think you are pessimistic if you call that pessimism-. The Church had become a refuge for me and I felt drawn into the very heart of it.
Ironically, I did not find God in the seminary. I found philosophy. I found a lot of talk about ‘all the things’, but apart from talk, I experienced none of ‘those things’. I found myself irritated by my faith because it stopped being something real and present and began to be a concept floating out in the vast abyss of academia.
My first year at school was characterized by solid attendance and strict adherence to the rules. I tried to be the best seminarian I could be. During my second year, I came down with a bad case of mononucleosis and ended up dropping a semester’s worth of classes. During my third year, I plain stopped caring. I realized that the sky did not fall down if I stayed in bed instead of going to prayer. I had never much cared for the Liturgy of the Hours anyway.
I think the depression really kicked in when I realized that the main source of comfort in my life had become a burden to me. I found myself ‘keeping up’ with my faith only because I had to. I still frequented the sacraments, but not as frequently. I still attended, but not as regularly. I still laughed, but not nearly as hard. I had faith that some realization would break through the clouds, and in a little while things would be better. But nothing happened.
I made the decision that if nothing changed, I would not go on after I had finished my undergraduate degree. I had about 25 credit hours to complete, and I would have a summer break in-between them. I have learned to do things despite how I feel about them. Getting through school was no different. I did not make the decision to leave because I had learned that the seminary was not the priesthood. You can hate one and love the other. Maybe my ministry would have been magnificent.
Somewhere along the hierarchy, the decision was made that I should not return for the 2012 spring semester. I was informed of this decision the day I was driving back to school. At first I was shocked. Before I had left, there had not been a mention of such a decision. After the initial surprise, I was a little irked at the short notice, but any anger was washed out by a torrent of relief. It was a relief not to have to drive another 7 hours, to not have to fix schedules, order books, clean rooms, pray, study and so on and so forth.
It was a good decision for me not to go back. The seminary did not hurt my faith in God or the Church, but it wounded me emotionally. By doing so, it wounded me spiritually. In Donald Miller’s Blue Like Jazz –which I would recommend to anyone- he opens his chapter on ‘belief’ with a paragraph that has stuck with me for a long time:
“MY MOST RECENT FAITH STRUGGLE IS NOT ONE of intellect. I don’t really do that anymore… I don’t believe I will ever walk away from God for intellectual reasons. Who knows anything anyway? If I walk away from Him, and please pray that I never do, I will walk away for social reasons, identity reasons, deep emotional reasons, the same reasons that any of us do anything.”
And that about sums it up.
For now…