We are in between retreats for a few days and we have much needed rain in New England. In fact, we are getting about five inches of rain in a single day. Already the grass looks greener and plants look healthier. Summer is nearing its end and there is much more new life to begin.
I wish I could have attended Ed Vacek, S.J.'s farewell liturgy and meal at Boston College. After 30 plus years, he has been asked to move on. I applaud Ed for the very many ways he has advanced the thought of many students at Weston Jesuit over the years. He is a very sound thinker and acts with compassion. He fundamental premise is that love of God come before anything else in life. How can one go wrong with this starting point. He has encouraged many people to think reflectively and to engage with the issues of the day as we search and can never find the truth. We search for God who can answer all our moral dilemmas. Many brave people will engage the struggle.
I was thinking about waiting today. We spend a great deal of our days waiting for something. If we do that, we do not live in the present, but we are a "not yet" people and have to live for something greater beyond ourselves.
The wealthy do not have to wait. They charter planes and jets to wherever and whenever they want to go; their carrier is waiting for them so they don't have to wait. Higher-end business class people don't have to wait to take their seats, but they have to wait for the rest of us to settle into steerage.
It seems that our attitude towards waiting makes the difference. If we wait for Christmas gifts, we hold ourselves in suspense that we will be surprised by the gifts we receive. When we expect good things, we can wait more patiently.
When we are not sure of the outcome of our waiting, the time can really kill us and derail us. It floors me even when I anticipate a very good outcome. It raises us our neediness and our longing for acceptance. It challenges our esteem. It melts into the core of who we are and it can erode our good countenance - even when we know that all will work out for the good in the end.
Even if we trust in God we want to have some semblance of order and dignity in our waiting. We expect to wait for a certain amount of time, but when it goes way beyond our expectations, we lose heart. We may become irritable as we expect a different level of respect. We think we have done something wrong or are not worthy of proper treatment.
It is difficult to transfrom our anxious waiting into wonder and hopeful expectation. It is a place where our heart rules our mind; it is a time in which our mind needs to rule our hearts.
And we wait. And we hear to external voices to affirm us. And we hope and we wait for the silent whisper. And we dream so they our thoughts don't become nightmares. We want to be wanted and accepted and included. Waiting derails us.
How much of our time is spent waiting. Am I able to live for the day in front of me? Am I able to see the gifts offered to me so that I can receive them in gratitude and joy?
Shh! Wait! Learn to embrace.
I wait for a knee replacement as the doctor says I am too young. I wait to ever play ball with a son. I may purchase Jet Blue's extra leg room seats so I can walk off the airplane. Bank accounts do not matter. We are all one. I wait to pay my taxes still not filed because someone out of my control controls k-1. Un American not to file by April 15th. Be so grateful and thankful for the gift of walking and yes, even for filing by the April 15th deadline. Leg pain makes me cranky; whereas with St. Ignatius it helped make him saintly and holy. I looked at your image of him kneeling. With his leg injury, how did he kneel? Is that image accurate? Give thanks for the ability to walk. to have a functional leg and free from pain to wonder at your flower beds and walk the craggy rocks to kneel to navigate pews and communion lines in the low light of some churches. How did St. Ignatius wait through the non function of his leg and the background aches and sharp scary crippling daggers of pain?
ReplyDeleteIgnatius saw even his pain as a gift that brought him closer to God. Pain makes us suffer and suffering isolates us, but for Ignatius, pain was a condition by which he could relate to God.
ReplyDeleteJohn,
ReplyDeleteYou might not remember me, but I believe we were at Weston together. I only recently learned that Ed Vacek was asked to move on. This makes me very sad. Do you happen to know how I may go about contacting him?
Best,
Eileen Maksym
mmeubiquity at yahoo dot com
Hi Eileen,
ReplyDeleteI'll send you the information through your regular email. He is still his old email account.
Ed's situation was very sad. He is in good space now, but he'll be glad to share his story with you.
I hope you and Pete are doing well. You had a newborn daughter as you left Weston. She must be six or seven years old now.