I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: Every life is important.
You can make a difference in this world with YOUR important
life --- no matter who you are, no matter what your resources, no matter where
you are. God has a calling for you, if
you’ll just stop talking and listen to Him.
And there’s another thing I’ve said before: WHEN we make a
difference with our life, with our actions or with our words, probably about
90% of the time we will never realize the good we have done. We sow seeds as we walk through our life; the
results of our actions are behind us, and we likely won’t see them. So stop saying: “God isn’t listening to my
prayers; nothing is happening.” Or: “It
doesn’t seem like what I do matters.” It
DOES matter, but God isn’t going to stop doing the good He does --- with your
help, sure --- to explain to you the results of your life’s work, to stroke
your ego that whines: “But I need to know that I’m important.”
You are important. He
died for you! What more do you want Him
to do?
But still, I understand that we all, at some times, need to
hear His consolations, the little voice that says to us: “Yes, my child, you did make a difference.” We all need a pat on the back, sometimes.
And so, as an instrument of His peace, that is what I set
out to do last week, as I drove nearly 1,900 miles to tell some people who I
had never before met: “Yes, your life made a difference in mine. By your words, thoughts, and prayers, you
were a true God-send to me. And I wanted
to tell you personally, and thank you, and tell you how important you are.” And so I did.
I started with an all-day drive from Michigan to the
outskirts of Nashville, to Franklin Tennessee.
That first night, the people at the LaQuinta Inn where I stayed gave me
directions to nearby St. Phillip’s Church, where I went to say my night prayers
--- and was given a tour and history of the church by the locals, and invited
to 7AM mass the next morning. The small
old church there, which connects to the very large new church there, provided
me a wonderful start to my visit, an initial meeting with caring people, who I
was destined to meet throughout my stay.
After morning mass, I
headed into Nashville to see Julie Cragon, (Hand Me Down Heaven) at St. Mary’s
Catholic Bookstore, which has been in her family for over 30 years. What a beautiful 3-story building, and what a
beautiful woman Julie is. I knew from
her encouraging comments on my blog that she was a caring woman, but St. Mary’s
just glows with Julie’s love of God. She
introduced me to her daughter, Sarah, who is pictured with the two of us
outside the store. The store itself
displays books (many of which I’ve reviewed here --- Julie has good taste),
statues, priestly garb and liturgical needs, and beautiful pictures in enticing
arrays --- and I was surprised to see prominently displayed a book she had
written herself! But, as Julie explained
to me, that was just one of three she has written (I am so humbled, especially in
that I now notice how her books are so prominently displayed on her blog site! Duh --- he can read, but he can’t see). And then she gave me copies of all three to
read --- so more reviews will be forthcoming here!
When I mentioned that I was from the Ann Arbor Michigan
area, the conversation quickly got around to the Sisters of Mary, Mother of the
Eucharist based there. Showing off my
smarts, I said: “Yes, they are amazing.
Started only 15 years ago, four sisters were brought from New York by
Tom Monaghan, and the order has grown to well over one hundred, teaching in a
number of states.” Then, showing off my stupidity, Julie said: “Oh New York was
just a stop; they originally came from the Dominican order here in Nashville. Oh, I remember Mother Assumpta and Sister
Mary Joseph and ….” And the stories went
on and on. I support and know some
things about the sisters here, but Julie KNOWS the sisters here. And then one of the Dominicans sisters from
Nashville entered the store, and more stories were told.
What a wonderful place, and wonderful people, and I told
them --- as if they couldn’t so readily see and believe --- that they are
making a great difference with their lives, and they made a great difference in
my life and that of my mom’s. And then we
hugged, as old friends might. And,
although we had only met this once, we truly were friends.
But I had to too quickly move on. I had promised Maryellen Jones (Grandma’s
Musings) that I would visit her, and her husband Clinton, for lunch at the Spring
Hills assisted living facility where they resided.
Maryellen was a much
more beautiful person than the pictures on her blog could display. Physically and spiritually, she radiated a
confidence that so many of us lack. She
knew that where she was, and at this stage of her life, this is where God meant
her to be, and it was here that she was making a difference. I told her, and her daughter Kathy that at
the Caregiver’s Support Group I coordinate I often share some of the notes Maryellen
sent me, describing how she lovingly cares for Clinton, who has Alzheimer’s. The descriptions of how she patiently
communicates with him, overcoming the limitations of his illness, are an
inspiration to others caring for their loved ones. I gave Kathy a laminated copy of what I
considered one of the best advice pieces Maryellen had written, so Kathy could
see the daily love which her mother gives her father, and how much her mother’s
actions remain important to others in this world.
Kathy didn’t stay for lunch with us --- which was her
loss: the Polish sausage and sauerkraut were
outstanding! The staff had set up place settings
for Maryellen, Clinton and I in the private dining room, so we could talk
undisturbed, but after a glance around, Maryellen would have none of that. One of the other women from the facility was
sitting at a table alone, and Maryellen said: “No, we’ll sit at the table with
her, to keep her company” --- and she proceeded to pick up the place settings
and move them to the table in the main dining room. Maryellen, at 86, just seems to fit so
naturally in her role of being God’s loving presence to her neighbor. I am so glad I took the time to come and meet
her. And it really was a pleasure
meeting Clinton, also. He has such a
wonderful smile, and a peaceful and calm demeanor, even when he sometimes loses
his train of thought. I never saw him
express frustration at his limitations, which I’ve often seen in others with
Alzheimer’s. I very much enjoyed my time
with Maryellen and Clinton and their daughter and hearing stories of their life,
but with them also, I too soon had to bid adeau. I had promised to be in Chattanooga for
dinner!
And so I took the 2-hour drive south to meet Barb (Pewspective)
and Steve Golder, in Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say I
screwed up in making hotel reservations this time, and I had to call Barb to
say: “I’m here, but: Help!” And she
quickly came and helped me find a nice hotel near their home. After I registered there she said: “Get in; I’ll
drive us to the house to pick up Steve, and then we can go out to dinner. …..
and if you’re going to get carsick, roll down the window!”
Lookout Mountain, where they live, IS a mountain, and Barb
drove the road which wound this way and that (and I think it may have done a
loop-di-loop or two also) at a furious pace, as I stared at the floor of the
car. Yikes! She said driving the winding roads, once you
got used to them, was no problem, “except on some of the foggy or rainy nights,
when it is a two-reflector drive,” referring to the fact that all you could see
were (perhaps) two of the reflectors which dot the centerline of the road ----
and which were the only things that kept you from driving off the cliff, should
you lose sight of them. (I didn’t talk about
it at the time, but I wondered if I should suggest we not have drinks with
dinner later that night --- or perhaps have a designated driver.)
I met Steve, who is a
wonderful man, and a perfect match for Barb.
(He’s got a nice beard, and participates in the local civil war
re-enactments each year ---- and brews and bottles beer together with the local
priest.) Their large 5-bedroom home
overlooks Chattanooga from about 2,000 feet up, and from their large deck you
can see the city lights far below. You
also can see the people who jump off the cliff, from the hand gliding launch pad
which is just down the road. (No, I didn’t
volunteer to try that.) Most every room in their house has walls
covered with bookcases. I felt right at
home! And I swear, they could have put up
a sign outside and given Julie’s bookstore competition with all the paintings
and statues and books they had everywhere.
I loved it!
Having dinner with them was like eating with a sister and
brother; we had so much to talk about at the restaurant where everyone knew
them. We stopped on the way back to
photograph the beautiful sunset over the mountains. The next morning, Barb made sausage and
biscuits for us --- and the four evangelists staying at their house. They were in town from Alabama to teach the summer
Vacation Bible School kids at the cathedral downtown. They were four very nice young people, and one
is studying in the seminary to become a priest.
After they left, Barb took me for a quick stop at the church down the
road, where I said morning prayers, as she did ----- while she also changed out
all the burned out glass vigil candles for new ones. Then we toured some civil war parks (there
were cannons everywhere), the neighborhoods of Chattanooga, and then we went to
the cathedral, where we went to mid-day mass, and again saw the evangelists,
along with their young charges --- and Barb did the mass readings. She seemed to know everyone in the town!
But then this had to end also, and we hugged and talked
about when and how we will get together again, soon. Family can’t stay apart, and I felt as if I
had found a new extension of my family.
I’m not sure I ever got around to telling Barb and Steve how
important I thought their lives were --- they were too busy helping others to
accept any thanks. But I did get a hug
from both before I left.
On this quick trip through Tennessee, I met three families,
in three very different stages of life and responsibilities. And while I went there to tell them how much
a difference they had made in my life, to encourage them in living their lives
well, I found they all were making a great difference to many more people than just
me, and I was awestruck by the example I saw in each of them.
No matter what, no matter where, no matter when: we all can find
many ways to love our neighbor, and make a difference in this world. I saw it in action in these towns of
Tennessee, and I shall never forget these wonderful people.
But then I had to move on, again, to Steubenville, Ohio this
time, and the Defending The Faith Conference at Franciscan University ---- but
that will have to be another post.
Oh, and if I haven’t told you lately, you also are making a
difference with your life, a great difference ---- whether you realize it or
not. And I wish I could give you a hug also.
Thank you for being you.
