A young boy whose name is the same as the Father, dreamed of being somebody.
He wanted to be like someone that his father will be proud of.
A somebody that both his parents will smile and give him the thumbs up.
Years have passed, he graduated elementary as Valedictorian, and same in high school.
But spending his four years in high school, did not give him clarity of what his "someone" would be.
So he went to church, prayed hard, prayed with all his faith, and prayed until his mind was cleared.
The place was silent,
He felt so eased, so peaceful, he was in harmony
His head was bowed down.
Dressed in white, all white, and he said,
"Child, follow what your heart's desire, choose the path in which you really prefer. In which you can put your heart unto it. That someone you want to be, is someone, that I really want you to be"
He heard, but when he looked, nobody was there, it was complete silence.
After graduation, after receiving his diploma, his parents took him to his favorite restaurant.
His Father asked, "son, what do you really want to be?"
He answered, "Father, I want to be a priest,"
His Father got upset, stood up from his sit, and said, "Finish your food, and let's head home, I lost my appetite." Then left.
Ten years have passed, the boy was ordained.
Another 10 years have passed as he was assigned to different parishes.
Then passed another 10 years, then 5 years, then a year.
He was 52 years old, his father, became sick.
So sick, that he had to be bed ridden,
Finally the family met,
"Father," he said.
"Son,'" his father said.
"I'm sorry if I was I didn't seem proud of what you have become, but honestly, I am."
"It's okay, I understand, are you alright?"
"No, but let me tell you this, I got mad when you said you wanted to be a priest not because of what your choice was, but of what life you could have as a priest. My son, i don't want you to live a life in isolation, that when you get old, no one in the family could take care of you since you are inside the church. I don't want you to die alone, I wanted you to die with a family, a family that will take care of you, a family that will carry our name until they become a old themselves."
"Father...." he said.
After a while, his Father dies.
His mother, cried, "he's gone."
"No mother," he said. "With us, he is no more, but with The Father, he his. Let us pray, and be glad for he will be in the kingdom that Christ has promised us, rest assure mother, that The Father, will always look after Father, you and also me"
"Father Jesus," his mother said.