David Konderla – Priest, Bishop, Father

Last summer Father David Konderla, Priest of the Diocese of Austin and Pastor of St. Mary’s Catholic Center in College Station, became Bishop David Konderla, Bishop of the Diocese of Tulsa. I had the pleasure to attend the ordination and it proved to be a profound experience in my own discernment journey. While It’s impossible to say with total certainty, I’m reasonably sure that I wouldn’t be in seminary if it weren’t for now Bishop David (speaking of the past I’ll refer to “Fr David”). Lots of other people have written eloquently about his impact. I’ll add another story to the collection.

Freshman Colby

I arrived as a freshman at Texas A&M coming off a couple summer experiences that left me convinced I was supposed to be a priest. I have a historical tendency to make situations much more difficult than they need to be, so my conviction became a driving force. It wasn’t that God was calling me to discern, pray, and peacefully enter. Rather, God wanted me NOW (regardless of how much I hated the idea), and I needed to stop everything, talk to the man in charge, and get this train rolling.

In the first week or two of school I sent Fr David a dramatic email explaining my situation. He responded with a simple, “why don’t we meet up and talk about that?” When we eventually met up, he listened to my tumult, and gave what came to be a classic response, “You know Colby, I think you’re making this way too difficult. It doesn’t sound like you’re in a peaceful place right now, so why don’t you calm down, wait on this, and give God some time to act. If he wants you to be a priest, he’ll make it happen. There’s no need to rush.” He gave me some info about discernment events and invited me to just be a student for a little while.

“You’re in a good place to discern. This is a new call for you. Try to slow it down and see where it goes.”

Fr David - Gig em

Who could say ‘no’?

I (reluctantly) took his advice to heart and gave myself the freedom to live a bit as a student. That initial meeting became somewhat prophetic, because for the next four years we had the exact same conversation multiple times. I’d come back from a retreat or semester break flustered, anxious and worried about discernment… ready to cut ties and run off into the wilderness. He’d calm me down, tell me it’s going to be ok, and advise that maybe I need to wait a bit longer. He recognized what I couldn’t at the time, that God likely was calling but I was not in a place to respond in a healthy way.

After persevering with me for years, explicitly encouraging me to date on two different occasions, enduring more bouts of anxious conviction, and ultimately saving me from impulsively running off to be a monk, his patient endurance paid off. Senior year I was significantly more at peace and able to able to enter seminary with some amount of belief that God was calling me for my own good. While that belief had to grow after entering (see more recent history), the guidance he offered was what I needed to get my foot in the door.

That’s a lot about me, but it also highlights how profoundly grateful I am for his priesthood.

It was his own love for the priesthood, commitment to prayer, relationship with a God who speaks in peace, and patient expectation in the Lord’s work that ultimately allowed him to guide a much more immature discerner (me) on the path to falling in love with the vocation he so dearly cared for himself.

Seminarian Colby

At IPF last summer we spent a lot of time learning about and meditating on the identities of a diocesan priest, namely Beloved Son, Chaste Spouse, Spiritual Father, Divine Physician, and Head/Shepherd. During the summer, I was struggling with the identity of spiritual father. I’ve always been drawn to helping others draw into a deeper relationship with Christ, but as a new seminarian I was very uncomfortable with the attention I received from people and parishes simply for showing up. Consequently, I was also uncomfortable with the trust people put in a priest solely because of his title. I suppose it’s the millennial in me that would rather minister as a peer than a boss. I was afraid of losing my identity. A common refrain was “I want to be ‘Colby, a Seminarian,’ not ‘Colby the Seminarian’ or ‘Seminarian Colby’.”

Bishop David’s ordination was a turning point for me. While there, I was overcome with gratitude for the love and guidance he had given to me over the years. I didn’t go to him initially looking for a friend or peer. I didn’t care about his past life, what podcasts he listens to, or his competency at running a sound board; I wanted a man who could speak from experience and personal transformation about the way that God moves. His identity as priest was something I could trust in; I knew his job was to take me to Christ. I didn’t realize it at the time, but what I really wanted was a spiritual Father. God bless him, Fr David was exactly that for me. Now, his own example is key for me embracing that key pillar of diocesan priesthood.

Ordination Konderla


When I go back to visit College Station, Fr. David isn’t there anymore. Somewhere along the line, word of the humble, witty, calm, patient Shepherd and Father made its way up to Rome. That’s sad for me on a selfish level, but brings me so much joy for the greater Church. The people of Tulsa are a blessed bunch.

Beloved Son of God. Priest of Christ. Pastor of thousands. Father to hundreds. Bishop of the Diocese of Tulsa.

I thank God every day for the man named David Konderla. Can you join me in saying a prayer for him and all our Bishops and Priests?

Note: This isn’t the first time I’ve written about holy priests that have become holy bishops (See Bishop Kelly). What a crazy life.


One of the minor sufferings of seminary life is that after 16 straight years of school, I’m now in the middle of 6 more years. I love learning and particularly enjoy the current topics of study, but that’s a long time to do anything. So, I like to remember that one of the major joys of still being a student is that I get student breaks. My friends are out working 8-5 and not spending their weekends cranking out 10 page papers, but I get the luxury of long Christmas and Summer vacations. I also get a full week of spring break, which is why I’m spending every afternoon at the library working on long-delayed projects. It’s a good chance to play catch up and finish off some unfinished blog thoughts.

Discernment Update: Things Change

Here’s a general life update before I deactivate my facebook tonight. If you want to keep up with me going forward, I’ll still be periodically updating the blog. I (obviously) won’t be linking on facebook so you won’t get updates on there. Maybe friends will pick up the slack. Otherwise, if you enter your email address at the bottom of the page and you’ll automatically get updates when I post.

As of February 1, 2016, I’m in my third year of Seminary. I finished 2 years of philosophy studies at Holy Trinity Seminary/University of Dallas, then moved to St. Mary’s Seminary in Houston for theology studies (Pursuing an MDiv and MA in Theology). Barring an unforeseen circumstance, I’ll be ordained a deacon in May 2020 and a priest in June 2021. I say that with joy.

A lot has changed since I first entered and that’s a very good thing. My discernment has matured and my peace/conviction has continued to grow. When I first applied and was accepted by the diocese during my senior year of college, I was still very hesitant. If you asked me how I was doing at the time (and got an honest answer), it would have been something like this, “I’m convinced that God wants me to be in seminary, but I’m still really uncomfortable with that idea. So I’m entering, but I’ll probably be done at the end of the year.”

In The Beginning – Restless

My first semester was a continuation of that theme. I was there because God wanted me to be, but I was looking for reason to leave. “Hey God, I’m here… but I’m raising my hand and waiting for you to call on me to say that this was all a big joke. I’ll be out of here tomorrow if you let me.” Of course God was working in the process, but all my effort was spent “fighting” the very call I was attempting to follow. I was doing everything I needed to externally, but prayer was tumultuous and hardly receptive.

Sometime in the second semester of first year I realized that I was doing it all wrong. If I was called to priesthood, the best thing I could do would be dive fully into seminary life. Likewise, if I was not called to priesthood, the best thing I could do would be to dive fully into seminary life. The only way God can confirm or deny a call is by giving it your full will. In either case, God would speak in peace or discontentment (the signs of discernment). This principle can be called the “presumption of permanence”. I’m supposed to be here unless God calls me out, and the only way to find out I’m not supposed to be here is to live the life and discover I’m miserable (as some of my friends have along the way).

But as these things go, that’s not how it went down. Second semester and second year were major periods of growth. To the measure I allowed him in, God slowly began addressing the faults and lies in my belief and revealed my deeper desires. Over time, time in prayer began to heal my deep mistrust of God’s fatherly benevolence and I became more able to say “Maybe God is calling me to this not because he’s a tyrant who needs me to fill a role, but because it’s actually the best thing for me.”

Coming to major seminary has been a continuation of that growth. Priesthood became a lot more real when I started eating meals 3 times a day with deacons who will be ordained to full Holy Orders in less than year. It continues to grow more real as I petition for minor orders (steps along the way) and more deeply embrace the priest’s life of prayer. As I get further into formation, I become more aware of the endless ways I need to grow in holiness, dependence on God, and practical habits. Somehow, despite that (or perhaps precisely because of that), God keeps calling.

Sem brother at DCYC 2017

I came into Seminary praying, “Jesus, I want to do whatever you ask of me.” I meant that as truly as I could at the time, but the reality is that I didn’t trust Jesus; I was going to do what He asked, but I resented Him for it. After 2+ years of formation, spiritual guidance, and prayer, God has worked powerfully to purify my ability to receive his love and consolation. Today I’m praying the same prayer, “Jesus, I want to do whatever you ask of me,” but I poses a deeper trust that God is good and will only ask what is good for me. Never easy, but good.

Things Change – Peace, Joy, Desire

Two years ago I was afraid of the title “seminarian”. I remember telling friends the summer before I entered, “I’m not a seminarian till I talk in the door” (My vocation director would disagree). I avoided buying a cassock until a month after I moved into seminary; I figured I’d be gone before I needed it and I didn’t want the commitment of putting money down on something so officially Catholic. Today I’m awed and humbled by the love I receive from others and want as many men as God wills to join me in the beautiful, challenging, grace-filled, rewarding life. I love when I get to speak to groups about seminary and my own discernment (More).

Two years ago I was looking for a reason to leave. Today I would fight hard if were told I’m not called to Priesthood and need to leave seminary, “you don’t understand. This is what God is calling me to and I really desire it.” Of course I would also take that leap into unknown and obey is asked/told.

God keeps calling me. To sanctity, but a sanctity specifically lived out as seminarian and eventual as a priest. That’s affirmed in my superiors who speak as representative of the Church, my spiritual directors who guide my interior life of prayer, and the countless people I meet when I visit parishes to speak or serve. Simultaneously, my desire for ordination continues to grow.

My earlier discernment focused on the things I’d be giving up. “I won’t be with that girl. I won’t have a family. I won’t work in the tech industry. I won’t be able to take on the challenge of living sanctity in the lay life. Etc.” Today I’m much more aware of the things I would miss out on if I weren’t a priest. “I won’t be able to forgive those sins. I won’t reconcile that person to Jesus. I won’t physically make Christ present on that altar. I won’t be with that family as they suffer. I won’t be free to give myself entirely to the people of this parish. I won’t live the same dependent intimacy with the Lord. Etc.” There is so much goodness in the priesthood that I couldn’t even imagine earlier on (more).

So here I am. God keeps calling. My desire is continually affirmed in contended joy. We keep pressing on together.

Austin DCY 2017 Mural

You get enough pictures of me. Check out this beautiful mural commissioned for our diocese youth conference.

I’m Leaving Facebook – Distraction and Time

In anticipation of leaving Facebook on Feburary 1, I’m posting a series of thoughts on why I’m making that decision. I’m going to archive them here for future reference.
Facebook has become a twitch for me. Like toe tapping, pen twirling, or doodling in class, but much less benign. When I experience any brief moment of downtime, difficulty, or distraction, I avoid it by checking for notifications. There’s plenty of brain science about why faceook is addictive (you’ve probably seen it all, I won’t bore you here. It stimulates pleasure like a drug), but I’m seeing it play out in my daily life.
For instance: Windows+1, Ctlr+T, F, Enter, Ctr+W
That combination of key presses opens chrome, opens a new tab, autofills ‘facebook’ in the search bar, opens the main page – at which point I briefly check for notifications and scan the top posts in my newsfeed – then closes the tab and returns to what I was doing before. The whole thing takes about 15 seconds.
It’s a habit. A deeply ingrained habit that I don’t even think about. I just… do it. All the time.

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Guadalupe Reflection

I’m back home in San Antonio after a long semester in Houston. Life is good. God continues to bless.

While vesting to altar serve at Mass this morning, the visiting priest asked me give the homily. Unprepared and canonically unable to (the homily is reserved for an ordained minister), I protested a bit. But he insisted so I complied. You know… obedience. Let’s call it a reflection instead. Armed with 10 minutes of preparation, a quick read through the readings, a semester of trying to figure out what role Mary is supposed to play in my spiritual life, and a recent trip to the Guadalupe Basilica in Mexico City, I gave some variant of the following reflection. Afterward a few people asked me for a transcript of what I spoke, so I sat down and tried to write from memory.

Speaking as someone who’s long struggled with the necessity and role of Mary in the devotions in the Church, I’ve been coming to a deeper appreciation of this truth: The simple fact, proven time and time again throughout history, is that Mary desires nothing more than to bring every person on earth into relationship with her son Jesus Christ. That’s something to celebrate.

Fr. Manuel met us at Mass, invited us to the Sacristy, and gave us a private view of the image

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Convocation 2016

Every August we have a 4 day Convocation with all the diocese seminarians. It’s a chance to get all the seminarians together, build fraternity, catch up after summer assignments, and refresh before heading back to school. This is especially appreciated because we spend most of the year divided up into 6 different seminaries. Convocation and Christmas dinner are the two times a year that everyone is together.

Each year I appreciate the event more and more. First year I showed up and felt totally overwhelmed. I walked into a room with 40 strangers, most of whom already knew each other. Everyone was kind, but it was a lot to take in. Second year was great because I had friends I had spent the year with that I hadn’t seen all summer. This year was even better because I’m slowly building up friendships with more of my brothers. I got to spend time with the guys I was in school with, the men I’ll be joining at St. Mary’s, and the new men who will be starting their first year. I spent one night listening to a table full of recently ordained priests and deacons discuss their experiences as ordained ministers. I continue to grow a deeper appreciation for the men God just has given me to journey with and eventually serve alongside in ministry.

This isn’t a retreat as you’d typically imagine. We go to mass, pray the Liturgy of the Hours together, and schedule time for personal holy hours, but it’s mostly a social gathering. Vacation is a truer sense of the word – time for rest and personal re-creation. One of the days we went out to a lake house. Some nearby parishioners donated boats so we could wake board, tube, and cruise on the lake. Another afternoon we went to a ranch for lunch, swimming, Olympics watching, and volleyball. The newly ordained priests and Bishop Joe always jump in on the volleyball action. It’s not every day you see your leader and shepherds arguing over line calls and exchanging spikes at the net. Bishop is actually really good.


This picture with the Aggie Catholic Seminarians: Fr Brian was the vocation director who accepted most of us into Seminary. Now he’s our Pastor when we go home to Aggieland.

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Dcn Joseph: I’ve heard it constantly throughout formation, but now I’m realizing more and more that I’m most able to minister to someone when I have personally encountered Christ’s mercy in the place they are struggling. I can only show love from places of my heart that I know I am loved. I’ve found that the most effective homilies are ones that I can speak from a place of encounter in my own life.

Fr Sean: Being a priest rocks! Every single confession makes the years of prep totally worth it. I wake up every morning and realize I don’t have to find a parish to go to mass at. I’m a priest now, I can do that now. Wait… I’m a priest!!!

Jimmy: One of my best friends – fellow Aggie, diocese transplant, and classmate, At our formal dinner he stood up and gave a profoundly vulnerable reflection on his experiences at IPF this Summer. He shared how the blessed mother has guided him to allow Jesus to remove the walls surrounding his stony heart (Ek 36:26). It brings me great joy to see friends share the ways Christ is healing wounds and shining truth on previously believed lies.

Bishop Joe: The more time I spend around him, the more I realize his deep love for the priests of the Diocese. He really is a father to us and cares about our lives. “Trust me, I read your stuff. I know what you are experiencing. I want your best.” In his official address to the seminarians he emphasized, “Absolutely nothing can substitute for your own encounter with Jesus.” Further, priestly ministry is not a solo act. You cannot be a lone wolf. Priestly fraternity is absolutely essential, and that starts now.

Bishop Danny: “The only posture that matters is for you to know yourself as a beloved son of the Father. That is THE identity that defines everything else in your life.” From there, Pastoral Charity is the priestly virtue. Are you allowing your heart to be moved by the suffering of others? Everything in a priest’s life is for the sake of pouring self out to the Church.

Now I’m moved into Houston, finished a week of orientation, and class begins Monday. This weekend I’m driving out to Baton Rouge to help clear out flooded houses, so I’d appreciate any prayers you want to offer for the families we’ll be assisting.