Embrace The Journey and Ride On!

It was early Friday morning when I checked email before tending to this writing. I didn’t know at the time that a light-hearted message from a childhood friend would guide my efforts. Since we’re both products of the West Side of Chicago, Trino sent a link to a recent tidbit regarding electric scooter rentals now available in some areas of the city. He asked if I’d ever dare to ride one, but quickly added that he assumed he already knew my response. How I surprised my dear friend! After acknowledging that I’d heard about the city’s scooter experiment, I added that I have indeed ridden one!  Though it wasn’t the model available in our home town, it was both electric and fast. Our eldest grandchild has had an adult-scale e-scooter for some time. Last summer, after watching our granddaughter, our sons and my dear husband ride it, something urged me to do the same. Happily, I responded to that nudge without incident and with great pleasure. I resolved that I’d ride that scooter again at every opportunity.

After recounting this accomplishment in my reply to Trino, my thoughts turned to similar adventures from years past. It was 1968. A co-worker at the grocery store where I worked owned a motorcycle and offered to give me a ride. This very responsible twenty-year-old insisted that I exchange my work uniform for jeans and a jacket and that I wear a helmet.  After complying, he biked me through our Austin area neighborhood for 20 minutes. What an awesome experience! Decades later, probably 1992, my husband’s nephew used a motor scooter to get around his local habitat. During a visit, Jimmy offered me the opportunity to ride it. With a bit of hesitation, I climbed on. For 10 glorious minutes, I rode. My last adventure in this vein occurred a decade ago. Mike’s cousin Connie is married to a former state trooper. Connie and Lou took lots of road trips on Lou’s motorcycle after he retired. Eventually, Lou traded in his two-wheeler for a three-wheeler. Though a three-wheeler may sound a bit tame, I assure you that the extra wheel only adds to the fun! When they were in for a visit, Lou offered me a ride. Once again, I happily donned a helmet and climbed on behind him.  Once again, I enjoyed the ride of my life! I guess there’s something special to be said about riding out in the open air. There’s something special to be said regarding every adventure with which God blesses us…

Today, four good men I know are embracing new adventures. Though they won’t travel on motorized scooters or cycles, they will be energized by their amazing journeys. After all, God’s love for them, their faith in God’s wisdom and the love and support of those nearby will urge each one on. On July 1, my pastor Father Greg will hand over the keys to our parish to Father Chris, our new pastor. I’m not worrying too much about the new guy trying to navigate the parish. Father Greg will stay for two additional weeks. He’ll see to it that Father Chris wears his helmet (or the appropriate jogging shoes) as he makes his way among us. At the same time, Father Greg will fine tune his own vehicle. He’ll trade in his censor for a book bag and ease from his role as pastor to that of student. Perhaps he’ll inspire his Loyola classmates by riding one of those motorized scooters around the university! I’m certain he’ll inspire his teachers with his wisdom and depth. As for Father Chris, he’s far more athletic than I’ll ever be. Whether he’s riding a scooter, a motor bike, a motorcycle or jogging through the parish as Father Greg did, he’ll embrace his new adventure with a generous heart and great gifts. If the homily he offered at his previous parish (when my husband and I sneaked in for Mass there) is any indication, Father Chris is an expert regarding God’s mercy and love. No. I’m not worrying about the new guy because it is God who welcomes this kind and humble priest to guide our parish throughout the journey ahead.  

Though I’m uncertain of their affinities to motorized cycles of any sort, I do know that our associate pastor Father Dave and our new associate pastor Father Joe also embrace the adventures ahead. Father Dave has shared his amazing artwork, his tech skills and his gentle heart with us. Now, he’ll take these gifts on the road where he’ll enrich the new friends he meets along the way. Father Joe will do the same for us here. While his experience as pastor and his openness to God’s plans for him will sustain him, Father Joe’s kind and generous spirit will sustain those he meets here.

I admit that my scooter and cycle-riding experiences seem insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Still, I’ve come to realize that every journey we undertake is of significance to someone. The uncharted roadways ahead are among God’s greatest gifts to us. Jesus acknowledged often that, in spite of our current locations or our vehicles of choice, we accomplish the amazing when we respond to the opportunities at hand. In Luke’s gospel (9:51-62), Jesus appeared harsh when he rebuked those who delayed embracing his call. Apparently, they had things to do beforehand. Jesus scolded them because they didn’t realize what they were missing by not coming forward to take that first step. Though these four priests have truly embraced God’s call, I’m fairly certain that they’ve committed to their journeys with a bit of uncertainty as well. So it is that I ask my parish family -And all of you!- to join me in praying for each one. To Fathers Greg and Dave to whom we’ll soon bid farewell, we promise our prayers for your safe journeys and for happiness on the road ahead! To Fathers Chris and Joe who join us at St. Paul’s, we say, “Welcome and Godspeed! We’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Spread God’s Love…

By September of my senior year in high school, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. A few years earlier, I’d volunteered to assist a religious education team from the diocese who was developing a program for special children. They were ready to pilot their work and needed a few high school volunteers to assist with preparing and tending to their teaching space each week. Because I had a special place in my heart for the children who would be involved, I embraced this opportunity. When a classmate and I arrived for our orientation, I knew immediately that this was the place for me. The sister, priest and lay people involved cared deeply for the children who were referred to as their special friends. My classmate and I were charged with preparing the environment and acting as gofers during the sessions. Busy as we were, I couldn’t help watching as the helper catechists and children interacted. When the lead catechist offered the day’s message, I found myself attending with as much interest as the children. My only regret was that I didn’t have the training at the time to do the same. After assisting on the sidelines for the next two years, I determined that this would be my life’s work.

At the onset of senior year, I applied to potential colleges. On each application, I listed “special religious education” as my major of choice. This was in spite of the fact that there was no such major at the time. Eventually, I determined that a double major was in order: Special Education and Theology. This would certainly provide the tools I needed to achieve my objective. By the time I began college the following fall, the special religious education program in the Archdiocese of Chicago had debuted as SPRED and I debuted as a helper catechist. In spite of commuting to classes every day and working as close to full-time hours as possible, I served in this capacity throughout all four years of college. Though I’d tweaked my majors and my career path by this time, my SPRED friends, both the children and the adults, had made indelible impressions on me which remain to this day.

I’m sharing this chapter of my personal history with good reason. My SPRED experience offered me an encounter with God’s love and an example of what moments spent with Jesus must have been like. The SPRED catechists prepared together for every lesson. They worked hard to ensure that the environment, the topic of the day and their own hearts were ready to be shared with the young souls in their care. Their top priority was to reveal God’s love to the children as tangibly as possible. Every gathering began with activities which calmed the children and freed them to attend to the day’s message. I recall sitting with my special friend as we molded clay or poured rice from a pitcher to a bowl for as long as it took for him to relax and to focus. It was during these activities that the one-to-one relationship between adult and child grew into a special friendship. When we gathered as a group, the children were attentive and ready to receive the good news of the day. These SPRED encounters offered me a taste of heaven which I’ve only rarely recaptured. I had no doubt that God sat with us all the while. This is the reason God sent Jesus to walk among us. Like my SPRED friends, we needed tangible evidence of God’s love as well.

Today, Mark’s gospel (Mark 5:21-43) places Jesus in the midst of a pressing crowd. If the masses of people who scurry about the Holy Land today are any indication, keeping that crowd’s attention was no easy task. Still, in the midst of the circus around him, Jesus drew them in. Somehow, Jesus’ loving and perceptive awareness of each one urged them nearer to hear more. On this particular occasion, Jairus, a synagogue official, made his way through the throng and knelt before Jesus. His young daughter lay dying and Jairus was convinced that Jesus could help her. Jairus’ request was remarkable because religious leaders constantly questioned Jesus’ behavior and his authority. Still, in spite of their doubt, Jesus’ work had touched Jairus’ heart and this was enough. While Jesus and the crowd moved toward Jairus’ home, a woman who’d been hemorrhaging for more than a decade pushed her way to him. Jesus’ loving ways had filled this woman with such hope that she wished only to touch his cloak. This touch would certainly be enough to heal her. Amazingly, that boisterous crowd failed to distract Jesus from this woman. As soon as she touched his garment, Jesus felt the woman’s presence. At the same instant, the woman was healed. Afterward, Jesus continued on to Jairus’ home where they were told the girl had already died. Jesus reassured Jairus and then went to his child and said, “Little girl, I say to you arise!” And so she did…

My experiences with SPRED touched me deeply because they mirrored Jesus’ work among us. My fellow SPRED catechists’ presence to their special friends echoed God’s presence to each one of us just as Jesus had. Everyone was welcome. Everyone was taken as he or she was. Everyone was given as much time as needed to open up to the message of the day. Though SPRED didn’t become my life’s work after all, spreading all that my special friends taught me about God’s love has become just that.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved