A Priest for Forty Hours

This incredible story came to me first via family.

St. Joseph Parish in Maumee, Ohio posted this note to their Facebook page on Wednesday (it has already been viewed and shared thousands of times since then):

As many of you know, our seminarian Deacon Scott Carroll has been battling cancer for some time. Although Scott looked forward to joining his classmates for ordination on June 22, 2013, it became clear this week that an earlier ordination might be prudent.

On Wednesday morning, Bishop Blair ordained Fr. Scott to the Order of Presbyter. The ordination took place at his parent’s home with immediate family present. It was a beautiful occasion and Scott is very much at peace.


Today, a seminarian friend of Fr. Scott’s posted the news on his blog that Fr. Scott passed away today — a mere two days after his ordination:

Fr. Scott passed away about 40 hours after his ordination.

Right before his death, he had just finished offering the Mass.

When it was over, he fell asleep and died shortly thereafter.

Fr. Claude Dusty-Burns (better known to many as @FrPontifex) posted this brief reflection on Facebook:

Fr. Scott was ordained two days ago and died today. He is a priest forever.


Rest in peace, Father.


Categories:Prayer Theology Vocations

  • Debby Trudeau

    May perpetual light shine upon him and may he rest in peace! God bless Fr. Carroll, and God bless his family.

  • Margaret

    Pray for us, Fr. Carroll.

  • http://YAHOO POI

    You served the Master well.

  • http://YAHOO POI

    Rest in peace, you served the Master well!

  • Abigail

    Reminds me of a book by Fr. Benedict Groeschel, about another young seminarian battling cancer, ordained early, and a priest forever. Such beautiful stories, the lives of these young men! Prayers for the repose of their souls. May they be inspirations and models for future priests!

  • Mary Nestor

    RIP, Father Carroll.

    • Vlad Tertullius

      These walls of the present are cold
      A cage made of memories
      Shadows of the past
      Alone he rests in silence
      As the demons of yesterday clutter round him
      They sentence and shackle him again
      And he is allowed no penance, no redemption
      Each night he hears a thunder of judgement in the distance
      But it is only a memory
      He sees a vision of countless crosses
      Endless crosses stretching over the freshly dug fields
      But it is only a memory
      He feels the pains that were given
      That he gave
      On so many days of loss
      And, there is no light
      To free him from these shadows which cage him
      He knows he should have been died long ago
      And suspects that perhaps he did indeed die, long ago
      He cries out to God
      He seeks his consolation
      But He knows that he cannot help him
      He created his own prison
      In which he is the only prisoner
      And the only guard



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