Finding Christ

One characteristic of a writer is the ability to observe others and interpret the subtle signs which express their beliefs. From a young age, I have enjoyed watching old people - to see the wisdom they have acquired during their long lives.

As tiny tots, we looked forward to seeing joyful old folk at daily Mass; ones who would give us candy, hugs, and a pat on the head. They seemed to be serene, looking each one in the eye and “seeing us.” Calm, satisfied they were and we were happy to be with them. Thus Mass was a place of comfort, a place where all were welcome; it was a feeling which sustained me through my school years.

Once married with children, Mass was a time of chaos. We could hardly keep up with our noisy, small ones until an older lady or man sitting behind us would distract them with moving fingers shaped into funny figures. To these elders, activity of babies was a welcome sight, perhaps a reminder of themselves as young parents. To me, they were a welcome reprieve. Holy Mother Mary had only one; she could teach her Son scripture; I couldn’t keep mine quiet during Mass.

My next memory is not so cheerful. These poor souls were returned, damaged warriors- remnants from the Vietnam War. Young in age, their mangled bodies embodied old age. Their half-open eyes were vacant, empty, not really there, not really seeing. They were wheeled into the back of church; they remained unseen, unsure, unloved. There was no peace, no serenity, and no hope. They would never grow into proud, spine-straight Indian chiefs, confident with chin up just a little; nor would they ever be elders of wisdom.

“Not fair, Lord, not fair!”

Retiring to a warm climate, everyone retired seemed focused on golf, boating, or physical activity. “60 is the new 40”, they proclaimed. Yet active service towards others propelled some too. “Now I have time to focus on me; time to “search for Christ” and have Him find me.”

Older still now, I see gray haired souls shuffling toward the altar to receive Christ. Mass and Communion are important to them. It is no matter if they park close to the side door, taking fewer steps; it is no matter how brittle their bones, which can no longer kneel; it is no matter how faint their eyesight, no matter their loss of hearing; what is important is going to Mass. After countless, faithful years, Holy Mass is the highlight of their week. These elderly souls are truly at peace; their physical future may be uncertain, but they will persevere in their faith life until their end.

Christ be before us; Christ be behind us.

Lead us always toward yourself.

Christ, who has no boundaries of age, of love,

Lead us to you during all stages of our life.