Category: despair

The Wrestling is the Hope

The Wrestling is the Hope

When faced with the misery of another human, how do we respond?

Not long ago, I found myself in a group of people in prison reflecting on questions of mercy and compassion. What has been our experience when showing mercy? What has been our experience when being shown mercy? In the midst of this, a man started to share about a hypothetical or vague situation and it became increasingly clear that he was sharing his own story with us.

He said that he couldn’t believe that God would forgive some people for the terrible, awful things they had done to other people. It wouldn’t be enough to just say sorry; forgiveness from God would be too easy, too incomprehensible. Though numerous pastors, priests, friends, and volunteers had told him otherwise, he could not fathom forgiveness being offered to himself. It was clear he was repulsed by himself and that he had likely tortured himself by replaying his crimes over and over in his mind thousands of times.

What do you do when you hate yourself so much yet you cannot avoid yourself? While you can run away from everyone else and hide in shame, you cannot outrun yourself. You cannot avoid being with your own tell-tale heart which longs for forgiveness yet cannot imagine ever being reconciled–with God, yourself, or humanity.

Some of his friends jumped in to offer consolation or to compare their wildly different situations as though they were similar. He sadly rebuffed the attempts, clearly seeing the differences and being unwilling to yield any compassion towards himself. Numerous thoughts raced through my mind and I tried to consider what I could say in the face of such despair. At one point, weeping, he questioned why God wouldn’t let him feel forgiven if he actually was and he bemoaned having no hope for himself.

“Perhaps the wrestling is the hope,” I said.

I explained that while he wants to give up, it doesn’t seem like he can. Maybe it is his undying longing for reconciliation and for redemption which is his hope. He wants to despair and yet he cannot fully commit himself to giving up entirely. Perhaps this is the hope the Lord is offering.

“I don’t know why the Lord doesn’t offer more grace in different moments. But I know He always offers enough.”

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Holding Up the Falling Apart

How do we transform a culture?

I have very few ideas but I see a great need for it to take place.  When I see the hardened, embittered faces of my students as we have a discussion about something the Church teaches, there is a tendency to despair.  How can these youth of 17 or 18 already have such a distaste for a Church I love so ardently?  It is hard to determine if this is the fruit of their teenage angst and rebellion or if it is the result of a culture that is paganizing our youth right in front of us.

And who is to blame?  I know it isn’t necessary to point the finger.  Maybe it isn’t even helpful.  But there must be someone who is failing which leads to us having this mounting problem.  Is the school failing?  What is the responsibility of the school in regards to nourishing the faith?  Is the parish failing?  How much is the result of poor catechesis from the parish and diocese?  Are the parents failing?  How much is blamed on the parents not modeling the faith for their children and how much is due to their own faulty knowledge of the Church and her teachings?

I don’t know who is mainly to blame but I do know that we all reap the negative consequences of a society that is becoming increasingly pagan.  And if a specific group isn’t doing their expected share, there must be a way for the others to step up and help fill in the gaps.  Obviously it would be ideal for the main education to come from parents who are ardently in love with their faith and on fire for Jesus Christ.  In this ideal world they would also be supported by wonderful extended families, solid priests, evangelizing parishes, and a diocese that takes holiness seriously.  And of course this would include authentically Catholic elementary, middle, and high schools as well as universities and religious orders.

Somewhere, though, the ball is getting dropped.  The result is that I face a classroom full of seniors in high school who already seem jaded and hard-hearted.  (Not all of them, granted.)  It seems almost like a futile effort.  I feel so easily frustrated and hurt when they express a disdain for the Church.  They eye her suspiciously and know that she must be looking for ways to box them in, for ways to steal their joy and fun.  And with this mentality there seems to be little I can do to sway them.

The other day I found myself talking to one of my senior classes about the Church’s teaching on homosexuality.  Their faces were hard and critical.  A few had smug looks or mocking smirks.  My heart ached for them, trapped in their culturally indoctrinated mindset.  How do I reach them?  How do I explain that the Church is not bent on hatred but solely on love?  How can I shatter their misconceptions of the Church?  So I told them that even if they don’t understand what the Church teaches, even if they don’t agree with what the Church teaches, that they strive to believe that the Church loves them and desires the best for them.  She isn’t trying to think of rules to trap them but is giving them guidelines to live in true and authentic freedom.  Trust that she is acting out of love and not like a tyrant.  Because that changes everything.

There is a delicate balance between realizing it doesn’t rely on me and yet desiring enough to do what I can with what the Lord has given me.  Because it is so easy for me to simply chalk the world up to ridiculous and then retreat to my Catholic bubble.  But this world falling apart does affect me.  Even if I try to isolate myself from it all, it will impact my life because it is impacting the world and I live in it.  And hopefully someday I will have kids and I cannot simply tell them to hide from the world for their entire lives.  Jesus said something that seems to contradict that lifestyle.  Something about being light and salt to the world.  The Lord has given me a mission and it is my duty to fulfill that mission to the best of my ability.  So when I try and the world still seems to all fall apart, I can rest in the knowledge that God knows, God cares, and God has a plan.  Even the falling apart is resting in His hands.

Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”

And tonight the heavy earth is falling

away from all other stars in the loneliness.


We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.

And look at the other one. It’s in them all.


And yet there is Someone, whose hands

infinitely calm, holding up all this falling. 

Rainer Maria Rilke