Being Versus Action: A Reflection
Becoming Catholic was the most precious gift I could have ever imagined. The spiritual search had been a long, and costly journey. Looking back, I realize it began the moment I announced that God did not exist at the age of eighteen. The Bible and all things religious were fantasy and hypocrisy. Therefore when the hunger for the Catholic Church became a living thing, my zeal for the faith had no boundaries.
I prayed the Litany of Humility, taught to me by the Legionnaires of Christ, with fervor:
Lord Jesus. Meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being loved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being extolled, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being honored, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being praised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being preferred to others, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being approved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being humiliated, Deliver me, Jesus.
Twenty years later, my smile is a wry one as I am reminded about the hundreds of times these words were so passionately prayed. Fr. McTeigue’s article in Aleteia is a not so gentle reminder of what is far more important than the sales or the good or bad reviews of my novels. Involuntarily, a shudder courses through me as I read through the entire prayer. In particular those last lines:
That others may be esteemed more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be chosen and I set aside, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I unnoticed, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be preferred to me in everything, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
A primary reason that I enjoy reading the works of Henry Nouwen is the raw honesty of his writing. At times, his frankness is shocking. His words shatter our illusions that the struggles of priests are different from ours, their battles superior to our banal ones of pride. After spending seven months at the Trappist Monastery of the Genesee, Nouwen declared that the monks had taught him the secret of holiness: To have just one desire - God.
But, he confessed, as a writer he wanted his books to be read. He wanted more than God, he yearned for fame.
Indeed.