Today I am no longer a guardian, or local superior/minister of a friary. This is the latest of several disentangling transitions I'm going through in preparation for my transfer to Rome and the general secretariat of the Order.
It's funny. Most people would think that for a Roman Catholic religious and priest, a move to Rome would be an exciting moment and a coveted privilege. But not everyone sees it that way.
For example, here's a portion of an email I received from a priest, in which he gives me his advice on going to live among the Romans:
And how long will you be among the killers of my Lord and Savior? I
understand that God's abundant mercy has been extended to them but be
careful in any event.