My name is Christopher Jacob Lukaszewski. I was born on May 31, 2001. As number five of nine kids, I treasured the few quiet moments. The first ones were spent walking to preschool with my dad. It’s surprising how grand an adventure crossing the street is at four years old. Every day we would stop by the shady tree to rest. If words were said they were forgotten, but words couldn’t express the meaning of that scene. Just me and my dad, a reflection of the Father and his children. All we needed was each other. The other quite moments were spent lying in bed, staring up at my brother Peter. I could have tried to beat him up hours before, declaring my undying hatred for him (I was scrappy as I was tiny), but at night we were partners in crime, staying up late while talking about anything. And what i didn’t realize was significant were the silences, when we just were there.
Whether crossing the street, testing my strength, or staying up late trying to understand the world and everything else, what attracted me were to things: The clear adventure, and the unseen Love. I loved my family; I loved life itself.
I didn’t realize until later just how much I loved God. I had to be shown that.
In freshman year, I was told to die. No, I wasn’t being threatened, I was being taught. Mrs. Amy O’Connell showed us the difference between being a good person and being a true Christian is found in Christ. The mark of a true Christian is dying. Not literally, but she meant death to sin, to selfish desire. To give your life to Christ is to give your life up. That hit me like a lightning bolt. I had no idea how I was supposed to give up everything, so I got a little help from God. I went from shuffling my feet to follow Peter to daily mass out of guilt, to resigning from my student council position rather than miss a day of mass. I went from blindly devoting my life to the rush of theatre, to speaking out against a slightly heretical director. I met amazing preists, teachers, men and women who lead me. I went on retreats at Bourgade and at Ss. Simon and Jude, and helped lead those retreats later. I have been blessed beyond measure, and in serving the lord in many ways, I realized what St. Augustine says much more eloquently. “To fall in love with God is the greatest romance; to seek him the greatest adventure; to find him, the greatest human achievement.” And I can’t wait for the greatest consolation: the joy of serving Him.
Now this is great and all, but why priesthood? If I had a nickle for every time I was told I’d be a good priest, I’d had enough to start a new diocese! But those moments helped me to never stop wondering if that was my adventure to take. I remember the first time I knew that I felt drawn to this sacrament. I was altar serving at Ss. Simon and Jude, just before freshman year was starting. My mind was wandering a little, when out of nowhere, I looked up. As Fr. Lankeit raised the host for benediction, I felt a certainty in my heart and said to myself: “Yeah. I want to do that”. I want to literally bring Christ to others. I want to live as Jesus lived for others. And as I figure out if this is what God wants for me, I’ll never forget that God is what my soul yearns for. And I’ll follow Him wherever He leads me.