I grew up in a devout Catholic household. My mom – ever since I can remember – has attended daily Mass. When she was pregnant with me she received Holy Communion for nine months. A week before she gave birth to me, our parish priest asked her to stay after Mass to give her (and me) a especially blessing. That night my mom had a dream where God asked her to name me “Eynar”, which means battle leader.

I first experienced a call to the priesthood when I was around 3 years old. I would "play Mass" at the foot of my bed, while my parents and brothers patiently listened to very long 'homilies’. At the age of seventeen, while still in high school, I began to go on discernment retreats and inquired about the priesthood. It took me a while to answer God’s call, but He was patient with me and walked with me the entire way.

I feel extremely grateful and happy with my vocation. I hope and pray that one day I can become a good and holy priest.