As a young altar server at St. Polycarp Church in Orange County, I had many opportunities to serve for the sacrifice of the Mass. This was not the deciding factor in why I aspired to be a priest at a young age. I am fairly certain that it was the other way around. I wanted to be an altar server because it was the most logical steppingstone to fulfilling my hope to someday be a parish priest.
My availability to serve on a number of occasions — Sunday Mass, daily Mass, funerals, weddings, Lenten and Holy Week rituals — was enabled by the frequency with which my parents brought my siblings and me to church. Home and church were weaved in and out of one another to make a single fabric of faith.