There were ten men visiting the house this weekend, discerning a vocation to the priesthood and the Paulist charism. A decent bunch, some solid fellows, and I hope some applications ensue as a result.
Pretty much every night, some of us -- the novices, the occasional seminarian, and some of the guests stayed up -- drinking beer, playing poker (I lost. All the time. I suck at it!), pool (ditto), but mainly talking, and quite candidly too: theology, Church, God, celibacy, spirituality, mysticism, mission. Y'all know I loved every minute of it -- even if it meant getting to bed around 1:30 am every day! It's the kind of serious conversation that is, for whatever reason, somewhat rare around here. Not formally -- we have great discussions in our conferences and so on -- rather, informally.
The novices lead all the prayer services for the retreat -- we pretty much used the Breviary for all but one. The highlight, for me, was Compline (night prayer) on Saturday. (As a rule, we don't pray Compline as a community - just Lauds and Vespers.) And since yours truly was leading it ... We chanted the Salve Regina. In Latin.
I wonder when was the last time that was heard in this chapel? :)