People Make a Difference

In life there are certain individuals that make a decisive impact on us. For me, my sister, 13 years my senior, made the biggest impact, particularly in my spiritual life. Once when I was about 14 years old, a hurricane hit the area where I lived. The power went out at our house, but my sister—at this point married and living about an hour away—still had power. My parents decided to take a trip down to her house for a hot meal and a shower. Not wanting to leave, I asked my parents’ permission to spend the night, explaining that I would simply take the bus home the next day. Reluctantly they agreed, and so there we were: just my sister, her husband, and I.


I will never forget that night. We sat up for hours talking about the faith. They explained things I had never heard before (or at least never understood). Now you have to understand: I was Catholic, I went to Mass on Sundays, I prayed from time to time. Still, I was also an average teenager. I went to public school, occasionally cheated on my homework, ran up the phone bills, and procrastinated on just about everything. Here, however, we were talking about the essentials of the faith in a way I had never heard them before. We spoke about everything—heaven, hell, angels, the sacraments—and for the first time I was made aware of the true presence of Christ in the Eucharist and the power of the Sacrament of Confession. On my way home the next day, I felt a voracious appetite to read anything Catholic. I did not have many books at home, but I did have this huge Catholic Bible with a glossary in the back, and so I just started

	Fr. Michael receives the Book of the Gospels from Bishop Dennis Sullivan, auxiliary bishop of New York, during his ordination to the diaconate on June 14, 2009.

to read entry after entry. The next Saturday I went to confession for the first time since my first confession.


A year or two later, my sister and her husband moved to Scottsdale, Arizona, and became leaders in a Life Teen group there. One of the other leaders was a young man named Tony Sortino. In June of 1994, Tony travelled out to Cheshire, Connecticut, and started his path with the Legionaries of Christ. By this time, I was 17 years old, I had grown a lot in my faith, and my inquiries were getting a little beyond what my sister thought she could handle. She took the opportunity of a trip back East to introduce me to her friend, who she thought would be more capable of answering my questions.

The Cheshire Experience: an Introduction to Life.

We sat in the back of the Legionaries’ chapel in Cheshire waiting for Mass to begin. Before us stood 120 young men, all dressed in black cassocks. Can you imagine what thoughts might cross the mind of a rather secular 17-year-old? “These guys have got to be a little weird,” I thought. After Mass we had a chance to chat with some of the brothers. Much to my surprise, I found them to be completely normal. In fact, they were great guys. They liked sports, had a sense of humor, and were able to put me completely at ease. We took a tour of the seminary, had a couple of doughnuts with Brother Anthony, and got a glimpse of the joy of life in Legion. Just before we were about to leave, Brother Anthony handed me a brochure for a monthly retreat for young men. He mentioned that since I lived so close, I ought to come down for a retreat sometime. I just smiled and thought to myself, “Right. Don’t call me, I’ll call you.”


During the five days that followed that visit, I could not get the image of the seminary out of my head. I had the retreat brochure sitting on my bureau. Finally I picked it up and started to look more closely. The title on the brochure was “Test Your Call.” The gist of the interior text was, “If you think you might be called to the priesthood, why not put the call to the test?” I called Brother Anthony, and a week or so later, I found myself back at the Cheshire seminary, this time to stay the weekend.

Finding God in the Silence

At 17 my life was habitually full of noise. I remember sitting at my computer playing games, talking to someone on the phone, while at the same time both the radio and the TV were on in the background. Every time I got in the car, after starting the engine, I would turn on the radio. This was going to be a silent weekend retreat. While I was a little hesitant, I was able to adapt myself surprisingly quickly. It was in that silence that I heard God. I was able to take a look at my life and see how God’s providence had prepared me for that moment, and how he had even brought me to that retreat. I remember sitting in a small chapel before the Blessed Sacrament knowing that Christ was asking me to be a priest and wondering if I had the generosity to say yes. Finally, I just blurted it out, “Yes. I’ll do it!”


During the rest of that year, I attended two more retreats to solidify that first decision, and on June 25, 1995, after graduating from high school, I joined the Legionaries of Christ. Since then I have studied in Mexico, New York, Washington, and Rome.


Fr. Michael Brisson was born in South Windsor, Connecticut, on February 22, 1977. He studied at


















South Windsor High School. On June 25, 1995, after graduating high school, he entered the novitiate of the Legionaries of Christ in Cheshire, Connecticut. During his 14 years of formation he studied in Monterrey, Mexico, obtained his licentiate in philosophy and his bachelors in theology at the Pontifical Regina Apostolorum College in Rome. He currently serves as the local superior of a Legionary community in Westchester County, New York, and works in the spiritual formation of adults in the New York, New Jersey and Connecticut tri-state area.