A Funeral Mass
Today I went to a funeral for a Christian Brother named Brother Columban. I learned a lot today about this man whom I had admired for a number of years. He had been principal and teacher in a number of schools to thousands of people in his 75 years as a Brother. Note, that's 75 years as a Brother. Born in 1914, he was in his 90s when he died, but joined the Christian Brothers in 1932.
While I was at the funeral today, I was reminded of how much I admire these men and their dedication to the ministry of teaching. Among those gathered today were others who have spent their entire adult lives as Brothers and some who were just beginning their ministries. It's a different life than I'll probably ever know, but one that I respect tremendously.
Their vowed lives (poverty, chastity, obedience, stability in the order, and service to education of the poor) lead them into places in the world where children would go un-educated were it not for the Brothers. Indeed, there was a time in my life when I was discerning between a call to the Lutheran ministry on one hand and to the Christian Brothers on the other hand. While I ended up with Word and Sacrament ministry in the ELCA, the Brothers and their mission will always hold a special place in my heart.
