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For
many weeks, I had been pondering a particular question. I have a “difficult”
child in my catechism class, who ends up getting most of my time and attention,
to what I feel is the detriment of the other children. Our catechism
coordinator, Rolf, had offered to allow me to exempt this child from attending
further catechism classes. In some way, this was a very welcome development for
me. I had been struggling since this particular kid joined us just before
Christmas. On the other hand…
Me
# 2: It’s the practical thing to do.
Rolf is okay with it. What exactly are you hemming and hawwing about this time?
Me
# 1: Well, what about what St. Paul said about all of us being the body of
Christ? Am I cutting off part of Christ’s body by taking M out of the class?
Me
# 2: When he’s in class, it’s not as if you are really teaching anything. Do
you think you’re being an effective teacher for the other children when you
spend most of your time chasing him around and disciplining him? Be practical.
Letting him go is what’s best for the other children.
Me
# 1: What about the good shepherd who leaves his 99 sheep to look for that lost
one? That’s not practical. Perhaps the good of the many does not always
outweigh the good of the one. I wish I knew what God’s will in this was. God,
please tell me what to do.
Me
# 2: There you go with your hero complex again, always wanting to be a martyr.
You are so selfish and self-centered. It’s not all about you. Perhaps it is
God’s will for you to let this boy go. God has better instruments than you for
working His deeds.
Me
# 1: Jesus was not practical. Perhaps He’s calling us to move beyond practical
motivations…
Me
# 2: Let me tell you what’s going to happen. It will be the same as before, and
will just get worse. You’ll eventually go back to Rolf with your tail between
your legs. He’ll just say, I gave you your chance before. You compromised the
good of the group for this one kid, to no good end. Ross will tell you that you
were being stupid and stubborn as usual. Told you so. Told you so. Also, as for
Jesus’ example, remember, Jesus was the Son of God. He was Divinity embodied,
worked miracles and all that stuff. You’re just you.
Me
# 1: I just don’t feel right …
Me
# 2: You are so crap at making decisions. Why do you make every little thing so
complicated? This is what happens when you don’t have a real job and don’t have
real problems. Get a life! Letting M go makes no difference to anything, it’s
not going to save the world.
Me
# 1: Dear God, if I knew what Your Will was in this situation, I would do it.
But You have to tell me what it is. Please, Lord, tell me.
Me
# 2: Are you really going to run to God for every little decision? He gave you
a good brain, so use it. You’re an adult capable of making your own decisions.
Me
# 1: Aaarrghh…
Voice
from Within: Daughter, you know exactly what I am calling you to do. Why do you
keep doubting?
Me
# 1: Lord, is that You? I think I know
what You’re saying. But I don’t know if You’re really You. What if You’re
really just me? What if #2 is right? Please, could you please spell Your Will
out loud and clear? I am terrible at interpreting subtle inspirations.
Round
and round we went for weeks. Finally, on Saturday, March 2, I skyped in to my Uncle
V’s Cenancle Hour. Uncle V is a good, long-lost, recently-refound friend of my
mum’s. In our culture, blood relation or not, as a sign of respect, we always
address the older person as auntie or uncle (or older brother or sister,
depending on the age difference). I still expect to be struck by lightning
whenever I call my in-laws by their first names, which is their stated
preference. In any case, Uncle V is my teacher and spiritual director. He is
based in Los Angeles and leads a congregation called the Spiritual Army of God the Father. Once a month, Uncle V leads a Cenacle Hour as part of their
congregation’s First Saturday Devotion. They have a Skype connection set up
such that devotees from the Bay Area and Las Vegas (and me in Zürich) can
participate. As I listened to Uncle V’s discourse on Skype, I thought, why
don’t I send him an email afterwards asking him for his advice. Uncle V has a
gift. He is a locutionist. If we make use of a TV reception analogy, my
connection to God is like the reception one gets from those old-school
rabbit-ear antennas, often garbled and fuzzied up by doubt and worry. In
contrast, Uncle V’s connection to God is a ultra high-definition premium cable
subscription, with HBO, Cinemax, and all the other fancy movie channels. My
faith is a young, timid, fledgling faith. Uncle V is fierce and fearless in
his. He is a roaring lion in his love for God. In any case, after I signed off
from the Cenancle Hour, I composed and sent off my email to Uncle V, asking him
to help me discern God’s Will in this situation. Keep M or let him go. I
breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle V would answer in the next day or so, and it
would be resolved. I wondered why I had waited so long to ask him. By then, it
was quite late on Saturday night for me. Before I went to bed, I thought I
would read the Gospel readings for Sunday, in preparation for Mass the next
day.
I
could not believe my eyes when I read the Commentary of the Day from St. Asterius of Amasea. I had implored God for a less subtle indication, and here it was,
written by a 4th Century saint from what is now Turkey, on a
website. How amazing is that? All my questions answered. “Will you now believe who I am, Daughter?”
asks the Voice from Within. All glory and praise to God, Almighty and Loving
Father, who listens to the pleas of his children!
The
next day, I receive Uncle V’s reply. “It is hard work working for God’s glory.
Fight like an angel for whomever God or the evil one sends into your fold, “ he
exhorts. Fight like an angel. I like that.
And
so, dilemma resolved. I’m keeping M. I’ll fight like an angel for him until the
end (which is actually only 6 more Tuesday afternoons away).
