In the absence of the parish pastor, I offered a communion service at 7:00 this morning. Late yesterday evening, after the conclusion of my attending a two-day conference for special educators, I had a chance to look at the lectionary readings for today. It was easy to see that I shouldn't need notes for my brief homily because the readings spoke strongly to me of something that I have reflected on plenty, namely, authenticity in the practice of our faith.
We simply never know when we are sowing a seed of some kind that will reach someone somewhere. Nearly 25 years ago—as a slightly older than average college student—I experienced something that I had never really known before. An acquaintance, with whom I had really just begun to become friends, was tragically killed in an auto accident. I've reflected on it a lot, and I believe that this event, among others of course, played an important role in my becoming Catholic and in my turning to the faith in my human need.
Paula was in her early 20s and was the kind of person who had everything going for her. Anyone you asked would have said she was destined for greatness. I didn't know her well at the time except through close friends and mutual acquaintances. My experience was that she always treated me in a kind, warm, and accepting manner, and she accepted me as a friend. Her loss touched me in a deep way that I didn't share with others at the time but kept it to myself.
The news of the Paula's death came as a great shock for everyone who knew her—her funeral was heavily attended by young people. What I learned at the time of her death was that she was a Catholic. I had visited Catholic parishes for Mass on a number of occasions, but for the most part I wasn't aware of too much about Catholicism. I had several friends who were nominally Catholic, and at the time I didn't consider that I had real need to be religious in any way.
There were two things that made a lasting impression on me at Paula's funeral. One was the Rosary, which was said at both the Vigil and at the Committal, and the other was something said at the homily. The priest spoke of Paula having visited with him on a number of occasions. His saying this made it evident that Paula had a relationship with the Church that was such that she was able to go a priest and talk about her life.
As I look back on this particular funeral, I now see it as pivotal in my coming to the faith. Somehow in it I experienced an authentic expression of faith. It reached me and touched me in a deep place in my life, and something was planted that I discovered wouldn't take too long to begin to show.
The fact is that we never know when we are sowing a seed of faith somewhere. The important thing is that our actions be genuine and authentic. There's a certain tension in it all that I experience with blogging about the faith and even more with my public role as a deacon. I know that I am called upon to live my faith in such a way that it is never just for show. Over the years I have come to identify strongly with my role as a deacon and as I glance back over the past 25 or 30 years I never cease to be amazed at the changes.
I continue to understand the authenticity of my expression of faith as growing, but it's not something that I have ever experienced alone. I learned at that funeral long ago to go to the Church, to its appointed ministers, with all the concerns of my life—with my deepest spiritual longings, with my doubts about myself, with my fears, with my failures, and with my faith.
I have become who I am because I allowed a small seed of faith to grow. I don't—and certainly I cannot—claim greatness in this world and in the successes that this world counts. I have become a man of religion, of the Church, and a humble schoolteacher who struggles daily to fulfill that role. I know that my life is different than it would it would have been otherwise. Probably God has granted me a lot more joy than I would have had under different circumstances.
Of all the things I have placed a value on in this life, love has ranked highest. Interestingly, love is most true when it is authentic. Interesting also is the fact that our faith teaches us that God is love. We can do best to keep our actions authentic by keeping in mind the simple truth that God is indeed love—not much more is really needed.
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