An Inside Report on Diocesan Journalism
THOU SHALT BE INOFFENSIVE & INANE
When I graduated from college last May, I sought out a reporting job at the nearest diocesan newspaper. Most of my family and friends were puzzled, even disappointed. They expected someone with my “potential” — investigative writing awards, more than 40 clips from interning at a national daily newspaper — to try for something bigger.
“The Church today wants idiots in its administration,” wrote one of my professors, in lieu of congratulations.
At my job interview for the diocesan newspaper, it was explained to me that diocesan papers are more akin to P.R. departments than the newspapers and magazines on my résumé. But that did not change my mind. “The Church deserves good press,” I said. “The truth deserves good press.”
I was burning with the perhaps naïve desire of a convert to serve Christ’s Church. During my junior year at college, after many years of consideration, I left the Lutheran ecclesiastical community and was confirmed in the Catholic Church. I had made several Catholic friends through the campus Newman Center — friends who lived their faith, praying the Rosary every night — and I knew Catholicism was for me.
As graduation loomed, I considered high-profile job opportunities on the East Coast. But, as some friends joked, I was becoming “more Catholic than most Catholics.” I had little desire to conquer the world. After countless hours meditating in front of the Blessed Sacrament, I discerned that God wanted me to remain in the Midwest, close to my family.
So I accepted the job with the diocesan paper. Now, half a year later, I again find myself looking for employment.
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