As many of you know, being an educator is one of the great joys of my life.
I relish the challenge of connecting with students who are difficult.
The ones who are jaded or hate school.
The ones who doubt God and are over the Church.
The ones who are struggling or who have been traumatized.
These are the kids I always treasure.
I have always been fascinated with fire.
I remember as a kid sitting in Church, holding my little candle, watching as our flames cast light that danced across the ceiling.
It was magical.
So of all the many life choices that I have made that I question in retrospect, one of them involved taking 40 high school boys on retreat over Holy Week, ending on Good Friday.