I had my first attraction to the priesthood when I was perhaps 5 or 6 years old. I remember watching the priest during Mass when he went behind the altar, carefully uncovered and opened the tabernacle, took out “something” from it, and placed it on the front of the altar. It seemed to me that the tabernacle housed some kind of special secret that was for the priest’s eyes only. So, at that moment, I decided that I wanted to become a priest so I could see what lay inside.

Mr. Noah Maffett

I had my first attraction to the priesthood when I was perhaps 5 or 6 years old. I remember watching the priest during Mass when he went behind the altar, carefully uncovered and opened the tabernacle, took out “something” from it, and placed it on the front of the altar. It seemed to me that the tabernacle housed some kind of special secret that was for the priest’s eyes only. So, at that moment, I decided that I wanted to become a priest so I could see what lay inside.
Despite the initial attraction coming from the curiosity of a child, the desire and attraction still persisted throughout the years. Even as a teenager, the only thing that would come to my mind whenever someone asked what I wanted to do when I graduated was the priesthood. When I was sixteen and seventeen I attended the Quo Vadis Days retreat to continue to explore the possibility of God’s calling to this vocation. From my time there I had felt even more sure of myself and this calling than ever before.
However, after turning eighteen and graduating from high school, I quickly began to have doubts about my calling and was unsure about immediately pursuing the priesthood. So, I put the idea of the priesthood on hold and got a job at a local sawmill, trying to give myself time. But through the hustle and bustle of daily life in the workforce, I began to slowly forget about my initial feelings and merely focused on the more immediate aspects of my life. Years passed at my work, and I began to prayerfully consider married life instead. Yet after months of rosaries and novenas, I felt no closer to any answer to what I was supposed to do than when I had started. So, I finally decided to surrender myself completely to Our Most Blessed Mother, who had been my constant recourse during all those months, and simply wait and allow her to show me what the adorable will of her son was.
For the next six or so months I didn’t worry about any calling to married life or the priesthood. I simply devoted myself to Our Lady more and more, spending as much time as I could with her, praying, and growing in my faith and love for Mary and Jesus. Finally, one night during my nightly rosary, I begged Mary to show me what God wanted for me and how I could best love her and Jesus. In that moment I could feel my heart light up with a new fire for the priesthood then I had ever had before. I could so clearly see that there was more to this than the curiosity of a young boy in Mass. I could feel a calling to the priesthood. Now, I am given a truly special opportunity to take this feeling, shape it, and refine it through discernment and formation in the seminary.