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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Son’s Heartfelt Remembrance of His Mother

by Paul Hettinga

It’s been a month since my Mom died, and while I cling to the hope of the resurrection of her life with God, the angels and saints, including my wonderful dad, today, I’m still sad. Sad that she’s gone from us, sad that she never met her namesake grandson, Dean, who was born just a few weeks after she died, sad that she struggled to cling to life fiercely robbing her of a peaceful death, and sadder still that I couldn’t figure out better ways for her to spend the last years of her life with us!

I hate the blindness, arthritis, the congestive heart failure, the aortic stenosis and all the related disease that created the separation between her and our family here in Chicago. I so wish she could have been “around” the last 2 – 3 years to experience her grandchildren and great grandchildren. She would have loved them so much, and they would have loved her right back. I hope she forgives me to whatever extent necessary for not finding ways to make that happen. I tried, but today I’m feeling not hard enough.

It’s not that I failed to spend enough time with her – I did that! However, in the last 3 - 6 months as her dementia set in and her anxieties, fears, and hatred for what was happening to her deepened, our relationship was severely tested. My patience was pushed to its limit. Many times I was unable to accept or deal with mom’s dementia instead personalizing our exchanges as if it were my mom speaking—only to realize each time after I’d leave that it wasn’t her at all, but instead, the disease.

I know that if she were here today, we would both forgive each other and would say we did the best we could. And yet, we’d also say that we know it wasn’t good enough because it fell short of our heart’s desire to share our lives, our joys, our wonderings, in short, to be fully alive and present to ourselves, each other, and to God’s presence within and between us. So even in the middle of grace, there is a reality that, yes, we did the best we could; but, no, it wasn’t what we would have hoped for. It was less—and today that hurts! It saddens me!

I wish I had time to tell you all about this wonderful woman who lived her life in pursuit of the God who she always embraced but couldn’t fully comprehend and certainly never “put him in a box” as she often said. The picture above captures her spirit of expectancy, of anticipation, of fun, of leaning into the next part of the conversation and of what’s next.

But, at the end, she couldn’t find a way to let go of life as she knew it and as she wanted it to be. She couldn’t embrace her long-held belief that “Today is a Gift” and as a result couldn’t find both God’s presence and peace in those moments. That same stubborn will to hold on to her beliefs, her lifestyle, her God as she understood him, prevented her from having the peace of knowing that she was passing into the fullness of God, eternity, and all that she hoped for.

My hope for her is that this has now been conquered—and that she is with God, the saints and angels, and even with her beloved husband Joseph . . . and for me, I hope my sadness over her slow loss of life will soon be replaced by this joy and all the good memories.  

 Aoife O'Donovan - Hallowell (Transatlantic Sessions, Glasgow, Feb 2013)

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


by Tom Pappas

It seemed like a good idea at the time. What could go wrong? All I needed to do was convince a friend to join me for a 500-mile road trip so we could participate in the Chicago Men’s Retreat over a weekend in March. And I did recruit a friend; and nothing went wrong. In fact, except for missing an interstate ramp in Des Moines, everything went right.

We enjoyed time together on the drive. We were folded into the group and felt welcomed and appreciated. God blessed us with a reminder to live a focused and balanced life.

Lumunos is a long time anchor and strongbox for the touchstones of my faith-life. My first taste of Lumunos was 45 years ago, and I strongly remember resonating with style and content of Lumunos, and still do.

Spring is the time we typically celebrate rejuvenation. As a gardener I am fascinated by the qualities God puts in plants – especially persistence and resilience. They do what they do with a passion. Yesterday’s modest dandelion has three giant blooms today. A tomato seed inadvertently left to winter over, quickly sprouts and volunteers for this year’s garden. (They need name tags!)

At the men’s event I was reminded how good and kind men can be when transformed by Christ. I was reminded that we truly serve best from our wounded-ness. I was reminded that the anchor of my life is the goodness of God, demonstrated by the life and sacrifice of Jesus. I was reminded that I get distracted from those touchstones, and it is so very good to treat myself to an experience where my resilience can be nurtured.

When I next see a dandelion, I will think of you and pray for your resilience and persistence.