I thought I was supposed to be a monk for ten years and I was almost right.

Life is a baseball shooter simulator…but that also simulates curve-balls..constantly. I remember in my life a fabric or maybe two fabrics that touched my heart deeply; they were the scapular and my makeshift monk rags. I went to very many monastic retreats but I had the heart of a hermit. I went into solitude and became close to God but I was lonely. I went into community maintaining a stance towards eternal celibacy but I ended up dating…what a sinner. God is not a box but maybe He is. He is in and out of boxes. Boxes and not boxes are both in His image and likeness. I am a monk. I may not wear my robes. I may see myself with a wife and kids one day. I may see myself as more than a spiritual father but rather a progenitor of physical flesh and blood offspring but I am a monk. My monastery is God’s cosmic temple planet earth. Jesus with the spirits of the just made perfect.. You know me.