Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Lawn Chair Catechism This Week
Yes. I've watched it lived out in the story of my parents, in their friends and in their care for their family, both immediate, extended and adopted. They took in cousins. They took in crazy uncles. They took on other missions along the way. It was never about them. Even now, my mother goes every day to the home where my father receives 24-7 care. She brushes his teeth. She sits with him at meals. She brings him the Eucharist.
My father for many years of my life, took me to church, made me say the rosary rather than talk or fight with my brothers, read to me from books I could not understand, like giving a novice a taste of fine wine. I could not understand the highlights or the special nature of the drink, I drank anyway. Now, he does not do these things, but I have seen him and he still lights up to receive. He holds in the deeper parts of his memory and fights through the Alzheimer's for bits of the rosary and to take communion. His face lights up when he sees Mom, it is a form of "Hello." It is silent, but it is real.
I know the Gospel story, I know how to splice moments into everyday life. My children are well practiced at rolling their eyes, not because I cite scripture or Christ's teachings, but because usually, when I get it nailed down, they agree, fold the resistance and life resumes. I know in my head always to ask, "Is it right? Is it just? Is it kind?" before speaking and acting. But I struggle with the living it out part.
I'll be back after I take two to the mall and the other daughter to the doctor's.
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