That conversation was maybe eight years ago. A couple years earlier then it, I was hit with a simultaneous ‘triple whammy’: Heat Exhaustion, Lyme Disease, and Panic Disorder. As I set about the long muddy road to better health, I felt alone and in the dark. Many of my friends did not know how to approach me, for I was brought very low. Overnight I went from lively, confident, and motivated to exhausted, afraid, and defeated. Sunday Mass and doctor appointments were the only reason I left my home, which was not like me. But one person who put aside her discomforts gave me time.
“I get so low, Vicki, the doctors…the medications… the anxiety…my family…what am I going to do? I try, but I get nowhere.”
My friend knew the sounds and face of anxiety disorder and living in fear. She listened, and over and over patiently encouraged me on the phone that day. Slowly, bit by bit, the phrase she repeated began to deeply root into my mind.
“It’s all good, Sue. It’s All Good. Just keep saying those words whenever you worry. It’s All Good.”
“You’re right, I know you are right. It’s so hard to trust, though.”
“Just say, ‘It’s All Good.’ God knows what He is doing.”
“I know. I will try. Thank you; you’re right.”
The conversation was a long one, but echoes in my memory with those three words, one friend…and one moment.
Hanging up the phone, I was refreshed mentally and was able to put myself about doing little chore, saying, “It’s all good.” So, I walked to the mailbox, and got the mail.
Such a simple walk to the end of the driveway can be so invigorating. It is like a ‘good-bye’ to the morning and a ‘hello’ to the afternoon. The stroll itself motivated me to see the day through to the end with newness, but little did I know…not only for that day.
I opened the mailbox…
“What?!” The words I read on the flyer took firm, lasting root in my heart and soul! I read it again. I laughed a real laugh, looked up and said, “You are so funny! God, you have made your point.”
The phone was immediately dialed again.
“Vicky, you won’t believe this! A flyer in my mail today has written in its top corner in big bold lettering: It’s All Good!”
“I told you it’s all good.” She was so calm, but I could tell she was smiling. We both felt such confirmation, and I His direct touch. And we knew no more had to be said.
I gently tore the phrase from the flyer and taped it on a little shelf beside my kitchen sink. It hasn’t moved since, however I have not stopped moving. The fear was being drained faster than ever, and filling up the space was faith and hope. Sure, the hard work wasn’t over, and uncertainty in its various forms still comes and goes. But with God, all is brought to good. I knew if I continued to seek God in prayer and did all I could one day at a time…..God would take care of the rest. And boy! Has He done so! But those stories are for another day. Today? Remember……..It’s All Good!
Lately, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with stuff. We recently donated a box of clothes and other miscellany to a charity and had a garage sale to get rid of a few more things. It still doesn’t feel like enough. Like most Americans, we just have too much stuff in our house. Most of which we either don’t need or are saving for some future, as of yet to be determined, event. Christmas will be here before we know it and more things will come into our home (I have 3 small children and lots of relatives who love them). It was in this context that I read Marcus Grodi’s newest book Life from our Land: The Search for a Simpler Life in a Complex World.
I really enjoyed this book, and not because of any desire on my part to move to a farm or even out to the country. Anyone that knows me knows that I wouldn’t survive for very long in either situation. I am a city girl through and through. But what I most liked about this book was the emphasis on living a simpler life right where we are. That may be the country for some of us, but for many we don’t have to change our physical location to grow spiritually and in simplicity. The plethora of scripture quotes throughout the book was also a great bonus!
I’m also a fan of memoirs. While this is not intended to be a memoir, plenty of Grodi’s story is sprinkled throughout to satisfy my love of hearing people’s personal stories. I enjoyed hearing about his adventures learning to farm, taking on new challenges, and his reflections on what he learned in the process. Most importantly, how God played into everything.
It is God’s hand in all aspects of creation that leads to many of Grodi’s reflections in this book. An overabundance of berries covered in thorns teaches him that God’s bounty often comes with suffering; a sick cow that needs to be put down is a reminder that our plans are not always God’s plans. These are only two of many examples.
What I especially liked was that his reflections went far beyond the farm and land he has been working for many years. He is clear from the start of this book that these are not his thoughts “on” the land, but his thoughts “from” the land. That one word in the title makes all the difference. And I found it to be true. As someone who is quite happy in my city life, I got a lot out of this book. Grodi’s reflections on modern life, all our conveniences that often draw us away from human interaction and even further away from God’s creation, and taking a serious look at the overabundance of material wealth in the western world all hit home for me. I desire to bring more simplicity into my life and am struggling with just how to approach that. As Grodi says, “When all is done, and we stand before God, when the Book of Life is opened, when the fruit of our lives is examined, what will be important?” (p. 179) There is a lot to ponder in that one question.
In some ways the chapters in this book could stand alone, but I think it is worth reading it from end to end at least once. Now that I have read it through one time I think I could easily go back and choose a chapter to read just to spend time reflecting more on the thoughts and ideas presented in that one individual chapter.
If you are looking for a book about bringing more simplicity into your life, especially one that reflects Christian values of humility, holiness, and detachment in an effort to continue growing closer to God, this is a must read. Whether you see yourself retreating to the country to escape the fast-paced city life or not, the lessons in this book are worth considering regardless of where in life you currently find yourself.
And now I need to go figure out what other stuff in my life I can detach from.
[This is part 3 of The Deacon’s Wife. Don’t forget to check out part one and part two.]
He called a child over, placed it in their midst, and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. ~Matthew 18: 2-4
Four years of formation sounds daunting as you approach it, but the time surprisingly flew by and I would not trade it for anything!
As we went into the program, I realized that I was one of the few in the room that did not have any formal education past high school (and with my attitude at that time it is surprising I even graduated!). My higher learning has been done in the School of Hard Knocks and as of yet, I haven’t graduated! At first this made me feel like I was way behind and would have a hard time comprehending the courses, but I actually think it may have been just the opposite.
My trade is as an electrician, although now I use that experience in sales of electrical distribution, control, and lighting. All of my training has been on-the-job, whether it be on the construction site or in the sales office, and I treasure that type of learning.
It’s hard for me not to second guess myself due to my level of education. I will never forget one women’s retreat I was on and it came time to choose a table leader, the first question asked was “what is your degree?” – my lack of a degree it seems, automatically excluded me from being capable of leading a table discussion and set the tone of the weekend for me. Can you tell that still bothers me?
Our formation weekends consisted of Friday evening, all day Saturday, and Sunday until about two in the afternoon. For those of us with full-time jobs, it was a challenge to be alert and on game. Almost every Saturday night one generous couple in our class opened their home to the entire class to come unwind and get to know each other. This, I believe, was as important as any of the formation.
The course list we had to look forward to included Systematic Theology, Church History, Spirituality of the Deacon, Old Testament, Canon Law, just to name a few. I wondered if anyone else was as overwhelmed as I was looking at the list. The thought kept going through my mind – “at least I won’t be graded….”
The Saint Meinrad formation program provided us with top notch instructors for the most part. The deacon who taught us Systematic Theology is a person I will never forget. One of the first things he said to us was “If your mind and heart are not in the mind and heart of the Church, you don’t belong here,” and he repeated this on a regular basis throughout the weekend. Such truth in that one little statement!
What I observed throughout the weekends was that many of those in the class with the highest level of education actually had the hardest time understanding and accepting much of the Church’s teachings. To listen to couples in a Catholic deacon formation class try to defend population control, artificial contraception, the ordination of women, and other issues that go against the mind and heart of the Church was pretty mind-boggling for me. I had to wonder, and did out loud a few times, why they were there. Of course, there were times that I was written off as a simpleton. But that’s okay, I do think it’s pretty simple – God is in control, no one else! And there is no amount of knowledge that can take the place of the faith of knowing that it is God that is in control!
Spending this formation time with my husband was one of the best decisions of my life. Each of us were growing, blossoming and discovering more and more about our faith, and since we were making these discoveries together, it was only natural that our faith life as a couple grew. We were able to discuss and point out to each other what we heard and how we interpreted those things. It is only natural, because of that Venus & Mars thing, that many times we each keyed in on things the other did not. Those discussions and exchanges just rounded out the formation for us both.
One thing I truly appreciate about not having formal advanced education is I do believe it allowed me to look at the teachings of the Church very simply. Once I turned my back on the pressures of society and their push for the Church to keep up with the times, it became easy to trust 2000 years of history and experience. I would love to share a few of those things.
In twelve years of Catholic education I would have a hard time coming up with how many times I heard “it’s a mystery” – but no one ever explained what “mystery” meant. Of course as a child, I heard the word mystery and thought of Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys; as I got older I heard mystery meaning “it’s none of your business.” Now I know a mystery in our faith is like peeling an onion – the more you peel, the more you learn, but you will never be able to grasp the mystery in its entirety. (And it may cause some tears as you peel it away!)
Concerning the ordination of women: I told you that, by trade, I am an electrician, and this leads many to believe that I am a feminist in the sense of N.O.W. feminism. And nothing could be further from the truth. I do believe that women should be given equal opportunity in jobs that they are capable of performing, but there are jobs or vocations that women were not meant for. Much like there are jobs and vocations that men are not capable of. Women cannot be fathers. I can look at my experience as a single parent and how I tried to be (and was convinced I could be) the best mother and father my kids ever had. What a load of crap! I could be the best mother I was capable of but there is no way I could ever be a father to my kids; much in the same way a woman cannot be a father in the Church. She just doesn’t have what it takes!
Even more simply though, I believe if Jesus wanted women priests, the first person he would have ordained – and the one most eminently qualified – would have been his mother and she would have been our first pope. And then there’s that little thing called “in persona Christi” (in the person of Christ) – we know Christ was a man so shouldn’t it be a man that represents Him and repeats His words? Not to mention that He is the Bridegroom of the Church. What message would we be sending if the bridegroom was a woman and the Church is the bride?
So many other takes I have I would love to share, such as why I think holding hands during the Our Father is detrimental to the priesthood and the liturgy, the prayer I say at the offertory, why we should consider “ad orientem”, but alas, my word count has come to an end.
So I sign off in prayer for the conclave and our cardinals – Come Holy Spirit!
*Cindy, although a cradle Catholic, is a revert to the Catholic faith. She is the middle child from a family of 15 children, is the mother of three and a very proud grandma of three. She is active with the Diocese of Lexington RCIA Commission, writes a ongoing series for the Crossroads Catholic bi-monthly newspaper and has been in the construction field for over thirty years. She and her husband of almost 11 years, Deacon Skip, live in a historic house in downtown Lexington with their three dogs.*