Tuesday, May 22, 2012

It's Just the Next Step


                During the past year, I have had a regular confessor.  I wasn’t particularly looking for one.  Then, one day at the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception in DC, I entered the confessional and the counsel that I received from the priest was so completely on target, that I would have thought that he had known me for some time. 

                A few weeks after that encounter, I learned of his confession schedule and began to go every other Sunday to “Mary’s House” to confess my sins to the Lord and receive His counsel though Fr. Bob.  Over the months, Fr. Bob spoke often of the gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit - sometimes asking me to listen for those subtle nudges and sometimes pointing out the times when I followed the Spirit’s direction.

                The greatest benefit in going to him regularly, is that he challenges me in various areas of my life.  His words are not judgmental or harsh, but he asks me to consider my actions in the context for God’s love for me and for the world.  I found my definition of sin changing from what I did “wrong” to what I have done (or not done) that is not pleasing to God.

                Often, the penance I received focused on the Our Father. Rather than simply saying the Our Father, he would ask me to concentrate on a particular phrase of this powerful prayer.  Over the past year, my understanding of and joy in praying the Our Father has increased drastically due to focusing on phrases such as “Thy will be done” and “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespassed against us” .

                 It has become our habit to talk for a few moments after absolution, if there wasn’t a line.  So in addition to being my confessor, Fr. Bob provided spiritual direction.  On Palm Sunday, after receiving absolution, he said, “our time together is coming to an end”.  I certainly wasn’t prepared for this comment, since this routine of regular confession has become an important part of my spiritual growth.          

                I learned that he is leaving Washington DC for a position in another part of the country.  His Ph. D., earned from Catholic University last year, will be put to tremendous use in this new position. Intellectually, I am thrilled for this opportunity for him and for the Church. Yet, I left the Shrine, one week before Easter, feeling sad, and a little abandoned.

                After prayer and consideration, I have put this loss of this Holy man of God into context.  And realize that it is time for him to take the next step and the same can be said for me.  Perhaps it means finding another regular confessor or perhaps the Spirit will guide me through a variety for priests.  It does not mean giving up my regular, comfortable schedule of celebrating the sacrament of Confession.  I need to be open to listening for that nudge that will help me take the next step in the right direction.

                Isn’t that what he asks me to do everyday!

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

A well lived life!


               My husband and I had planned to go on a date on Saturday.  With his travel schedule for work and our son’s baseball schedule, I felt like I hadn’t spent any significant time with him in weeks.  We planned to go out to dinner while our son spent time with friends.

                Providence had other plans.  Rather than going to dinner, we spent several hours driving to Richmond to attend the memorial service and wake of a friend.  My husband Dave worked with Cecil for several years in the 1990’s. Cecil was a mentor for my husband.  I became friend with Cecil and his wife Mary though various family-work functions and they came to our wedding.  When they retired, we visited their Richmond home a few times.  In mid-April it was apparent that he didn’t have much time left and Dave drove on a Sunday afternoon to Richmond to see him one last time.

                Much to the surprise of Mary, Cecil’s wife, he was lucid and in great spirits.  He was delighted to see my husband and they had a great visit.  Hours later he slipped into a coma and he left this world on Wednesday.  He was husband, father, Methodist minister, Navy chaplain, Goodwill executive and spent the last years of “retirement” as the Executive Director of the Chaplain Service Prison Ministry in Virginia.  His alter ego was “Mac the Great”, a magician that would entertain the young and old alike. 

                Cecil’s Methodist memorial service, which he planned, was nearly two hours long! Family, friends and colleagues paid tribute to him.  Many of them ended their comments with one of his favorite jokes.

                He and Mary lived modestly.  Their marriage of 58 years was truly a love story. They travelled some, mainly to see family or former colleagues.  Their retirement of 17 years was in service to others. (She was his unpaid secretary-partner with the prison ministry.)  He was well loved because he loved others so well.  Who knows how many lives he touched for the better?

                As I sat at the memorial service, my thought was, “What a well lived life!”  I am a better person for having known him.  Sharing this experience with my husband was far better than just going out to dinner.  It gave us a chance to reminisce about Cecil and to think out loud about what we envision for our retirement.  God Bless you Cecil!

                I wonder if Cecil greeted St. Peter with one of his favorite jokes, or a magic trick!