Doing Unto Others

Last week my wife and I were strolling along a sidewalk.  A few yards in front of us a woman sat on a bench cradling her baby.  The pacifier in the child’s mouth fell out and landed on the ground in an awkward position for the mother to retrieve.  My wife went quickly over to assist, a surprised look of gratitude appearing on the woman’s face.

Fifteen hours later we were on another city sidewalk making our way to a restaurant for dinner.  Hand-in-hand, I suddenly felt her drop alongside me.  She had slipped on a metal grate and ended up on her hands and knees.  Fortunately, no serious injuries.  A couple of bruised knees and a bit shocked from the sudden jolt.  I managed to help her up as others continued to walk around us.  It was not until sitting down for dinner that a realization hit.  Nobody … Not one person paused to assist … or even bothered to ask if she was okay.

In this present world of turmoil and strife … of political upheaval and unrest … of pointing fingers to blame others for situations and woes … we have missed a major point of our very existence.  We have become too individualistic.  Selfish.  Concerned only for what is in it for me.  We have missed the point that we are meant to be in relationship.  To reach out to others.  To be concerned for others … to LOVE.

And for those in the political realm who feel they can solve all the world’s problems with another law … another protest … another program … or some educational initiative … You cannot legislate virtue.

Beauty in Creation … A Challenge for Us

My wife and I had the pleasure of viewing cactus flowers that recently bloomed in our yard.  The intricate detail observed was amazing, a reminder of the beauty that is nature.  Unfortunately, the flowers had a short span to bloom.  Just a bit over twelve hours and the full effect had faded.

Nature can provide both an example and a challenge to us.  We have the opportunity to “bloom” every day of our lives by how we treat others we encounter … What beauty do we show the world?

Resolutions

If I knew what the year 2020 was to bring twelve months ago, one resolution would have been to survive.  With grace, caution and maybe a bit of luck my wife and I managed to stay safe.  We enter this new year of 2021 with the hope that this pandemic fades from being a health concern and our lives can return to some normalcy.  Challenges will be faced.  No one has immunity from that.

Instead of making my usual list of resolutions, I am going to work on one that had my attention on Christmas morning.  The real gift of Christmas is not just celebrating the past but making that past present in the lives of others.  It is about transformation.  If Christians could live as Jesus taught, and if other faiths could practice the best of what their religion has to offer, what a different place this world could be.

Happy New Year!

Better to Give than Receive

Two weeks ago my wife discovered a note on our front door.  The typed message expressed the need for food at the local food banks.  Residents were asked to donate canned, boxed or dry goods that would be picked up on the following Saturday morning to be delivered to a homeless shelter.  It was clear by the signatures on the note that Ethan and Anna were young children.

It was also obvious that those raising the two children had passed along a very important message easily missed in this era of commercialization.  The focus of these young people was on others.  And in their generosity of heart, will receive more than others this Christmas.

The three wise men my wife made and has on display in our home this time of year will remind me of Ethan and Anna … And provide hope for our future.

Life and …

Recently I had the opportunity to be in nature, appreciating God’s creation and feeling very much a part.  Examining a pine tree closeup, I touched the bark.  The rough texture reminded me of an aspect of my own life…

I was born the youngest of three … Very youngest.  At an appropriate age my parents told me I was a bit of a surprise, showing up in the twilight of childbearing.  It made them the oldest parents as I went through school.  My siblings seemed like a different generation altogether.

The rough, or hardest, part came in understanding that much of my early formation was the result of attempting to fulfill extremely Catholic parental expectations.  It wasn’t until my time in the seminary and theological studies that I began to comprehend the meaning of unconditional love.  And conditional was never more evident than when I left the seminary.

Despite passive-aggressive opposition to a choice that ensued for years, I continued to listen to an inner voice.  Anchored by my soulmate, I found my path and can now look back and view a bigger picture.  There is more than just the rough texture on the trunk of that pine tree I touched…

My parents passed on years ago.  Dad was first.  Mom followed months later.  My grieving involved reflecting on their love, what was competent and what was not.  As the words of Paula D’Arcy always remind me … God comes to you disguised as your life.

To my dear friend PJ … Condolences over the recent loss of your parents.  May your memories, both good and bad, be a healing salve in knowing the wholeness we become.