New Beginnings
This past year has been like a 365 day long Good Friday. It will be a year this June that I left a parish where I had served for seventeen years. I was pastor there for fourteen. I have derived great meaning and joy from all of my assignments as a priest, but being pastor of Holy Family was a great fit for me and for, I think, many of the parishioners. Jackson Carroll, in his book God’s Potters, speaks of the importance of there being, what he calls, a good fit between a pastor and a congregation.
Several times last year, I went to Archdiocesan officials and asked for a little more time to finish a building project that we were in the midst of and, perhaps, to help break in the new pastor; but every person or people in authority that I went to were united in the mandate that I had to leave. This was the case despite other men my age being allowed to stay on beyond their term limits. I eventually had to accept the reality of the situation and I began to do anticipatory grief for months. I would count off the weeks and the days that I had left. I would look around the church at people I had grown to love and wondered what life would be like without them. I would look at children, teens and young adults, many of whom were growing up and had grown up during my time at the parish. My heart would ache, for I knew the reality of the situation - that many of these relationships would no longer continue.
I was not approached by the Archdiocese to take another parish. I began a conversation with the Franciscan Sisters of Chicago to consider work in healthcare at The Clare, a continuing care retirement community downtown. I said yes to their offer because it gave me a safe place for service; and then I began a process of seeking a residence or a parish where I could help out. I must have sent about thirty letters out, most of them to Archdiocesan pastors. None of them responded positively. One pastor in the Diocese of Joliet did; and that is where I have ended up helping out, St. Thomas the Apostle in Naperville.
As the time for my leaving the parish neared, things became very painful. In some cases, I was leaving working relationships that I had for years, one that I had for over thirty years. Though 74% of parishioners surveyed wanted me to stay on, at the end there was little fight on my behalf. People that I considered friends began to distance themselves from me personally. They became more advocates for the change and transition than concerned about me. Among some, there were gossip and accusations about my poor style of leadership. I got through the final mass, the party, the turbulent ordeal of cleaning out after seventeen years, and moving to two new locations for ministry.
I had thought the ending or the departure was going to be the hard part, but as William Bridges says in his work on transition, the neutral zone or the moratorium period that follows an ending can be more painful than the ending. I would sit during the summer of ’09 in a small office that I have at The Clare feeling lost and lonely. I had been accustomed to working with a big staff. I am a department of one. I had worked with 3800 households. Now I was ministering to less than 100 people. Though I have an additional responsibility to also minister to the staff at The Clare, I could feel myself losing confidence. I looked ahead at speaking and teaching engagements that were coming up in the future and I felt that I could not do them, that I had nothing to say. Yet, for each of them, I diligently prepared and prayed for courage, and remarkably most of them were very effective and successful.
This has been the loneliest and most painful experience of my lifetime. It has involved a lot of grieving. I have lost almost everything that gave my life joy and fulfillment: my role as pastor of Holy Family; the faith home and the faith community that I had with the people there; the creative position that I had in leading adult evangelization and catechesis; acquaintances and friendships that gave me a sense of connection; friends whom I just do not see as frequently as I once did. There were times when I felt that I did not think I would get through this; but through faith and prayer, I pulled through.
They say that the experience of grief is resolved when you can “remember with less pain”; and I think that is where I am at this Easter. I can remember this past year now and it does not hurt as much, but it still hurts. A book I read a many years ago by the theologian Gregory Baum has greatly influenced me. The title is Man Becoming. In this book, Gregory Baum speaks of the whole human family as in a process of evolution and development down through the ages, growing in consciousness and morality. He speaks of each individual person in each of our lives as a process of becoming – becoming the self we are meant to become. In a very intense way that is what this year has been for me. I have been a man becoming, a person becoming. And I can see now in hindsight, not only was I growing in the experience of remembering with less pain as I describe the resolution of grief, I have been becoming new. I have been rising. I have been being transformed.
I can see in many ways that I had lost myself in my role as pastor and in the flurry of activity of that big parish. I have begun to discover a lost self. I have begun to dig out a buried self. I have, through faith, discovered what Paul Tillich calls courage to be, or Baum and I might call the courage to become. Tillich speaks of faith in Jesus Christ as the experience of Jesus as the New Being; and for all of us who believe, becoming new beings in Christ. Tillich looks on the human family as, in many ways, being estranged from each other, from God, and the self each of us is meant to be. Through faith in the risen Jesus, this estrangement, alienation, and division begin to be healed. We grow in the experience of oneness and integrity with ourselves, others, and God. That has been my experience this last year. I am becoming. I have been becoming and am becoming a new self. I live each day with the words of Jesus on the cross, “Into Your hands I commend my spirit. Into Your hands, I hand over my life.” It is this disposition of trust and surrender into God that is transforming me and making me new.
In the last year, I have developed skills that I did not have before. I have been able to do research that I did not have time for in the past. I have been learning anew, facing new challenges, new responsibilities, developing new relationships while holding on to cherished ones. I am much more God-dependent than I have been in a long time. I am much more aware of my need for my fellow person. I appreciate moments of friendship that I occasionally have with some people. I appreciate prayer and the Eucharist more than I ever have before. I trust the paschal process – that we constantly are moving from life through death to new life; and the process will continue through our actual physical deaths when we are blessed with eternal life.
Going to back to Bridges and his work on transitions, Bridges suggests that new beginnings often start in that neutral or moratorium zone when we are in the midst of transition. Sometimes new beginnings cannot be seen or understood by the person or people in the transition. I believe that. I believe that in my life, and in all of our lives, the seeds of new beginnings are already at work. The cross that hangs in Holy Family Parish is called the Cross of New Life. It mysteriously presents Jesus as rising to Resurrection and eternal life in the midst of the experience of his cross. The artist was trying to say that death and Resurrection are not two separate events, but are intermingled. Resurrection flows from the experience of the cross. That has been my experience. Throughout my life and especially this year, I believe that I am rising with Jesus to new life. I believe, through the mercy of God, I will rise with Jesus someday to eternal life.
I do not mean to over-personalize this Easter message. I am trying to give witness to my belief in the paschal process and in the Christ event. I am trying to say that I find the Christ event, the Resurrection, believable because I sense the same kind of process going on in and through me. But know that resurrection is much bigger than Pat Brennan. St. Paul, in Corinthians and elsewhere, speaks of Jesus having engaged in the one perfect sacrifice. Sacrifice was a ritual that Jewish people and other people engaged in to enter more fully into the realm of God, more fully into the presence of God. Jesus has once and for all united the human family with each other and with God. It just takes time for the human family to fully appreciate and understand the experience. St. Irenaeus, one of the fathers of the Church, spoke of Jesus as the homo futurus. He looked on the risen, glorified Jesus as the fulfillment of all human development and evolution. He saw us not descending from apes, but all of us striving to ascend to the Risen Christ. I have already mentioned Paul Tillich’s reference to Jesus as the New Being, in whom all of us become new beings alive in the Spirit, alive in the Reign of God.
Let us try to keep in mind some of the essentials of the death and Resurrection experience that the scriptures present to us. The scriptures of these holy days tell us that in the paschal mystery there will be painful Good Friday endings. There will also be fearful, lonely, lacking in hope, neutral zone/moratorium-like Holy Saturdays. And then there will be Easter Sundays of new beginnings, beginnings of new life here on earth, the beginning of eternal life after death. As with Jesus, as we pass through this paschal process, when we get to the new beginning, we are the same; our identity is intact; but we are changed. We are transformed – growing and converting here on earth, and glorified with Jesus in eternal life after death. Let Easter be a celebration of the profound hope and deep meaning for life that the good news of Resurrection brings to each of us and all of us.


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