My original intention for Saint Superman was to chronicle my postulant year as a Capuchin Franciscan, for which I had been preparing when I opened up this little place. I’d been in talks with them for a long time, and had made a couple of trips up to see their houses and meet the Friars and was really terribly attracted to the whole business. More than anything, the simplicity of the call was a giant plus; here was a way to escape my own skin and live empty and in service, rather than just trying to get ahead and buy new gadgets. Here, here at last was my opportunity to begin living the Gospel and not just listening to it.

I’ll be the first to admit that I was definitely waiting on holiness, rather than going after it tooth and nail, but the Capuchin lifestyle held such vigorous wonder, wept and dripped with the Spirit so full that I couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect and believed, believed so surely, that I was called there.

But I wasn’t. It was a punch to the gut when Br. Miguel informed me that the Capuchins had reservations about my entrance, and were asking me to defer application until after college. I had been entertaining my own doubts — a girl — but it was nothing I didn’t believe could be overcome. I know how to make big decisions. I was sure of that.

A few of the brothers I had met were…reticent about me due to their perception of me as being overly critical. Not that I was criticizing them; oh, no, not at all. I had been caught, as it were, discussing the artistic merits of a large, garish painting in the dining hall. I have never been one for religious schlock, and I found it to be so. This did not bode well for me, apparently.

As all of this progresses, a project I’ve been working on, a comic book (natch!) called Sanctuary: Hope is Not Yet Lost silently and subtly moves forward. A musing on exactly the issues I want this blog to address — vocation, purpose, meaning, identity, family, and God — it has been buoyed up and pushed forward. Begun in the summer of 2006, my team and I had raised money for a small print run, which attracted the attention of a local businessman/comic-lover named Brett Carreras, and inspired him to finance a sizable printing, and send us to conventions, and help us seek out distribution, which we’ve now obtained.

I’ve spent a year wondering where God wants me to be and what God wants me to do, and is it possible he’s shown me all along? Could it be this kung-fu superhero comic about the meaning of life?