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Great treasures often come at inexpensive prices. As I’ve said before, I may not have the best spirituality, but I do insist on an inexpensive one. So, naturally, I was quite pleased, recently, to get a book, with a list price of $23.95 on the cover, for a purchase price of twenty five cents!
The book is entitled: “The Seeds Of Grace: A Nun’s Reflections on the Spirituality of Alcoholics Anonymous” by Sister Molly Monahan (not her real name).
The book is an autobiographical account of this particular nun’s struggle with the disease of alcoholism. As most alcoholics discover, she could only stop drinking when she started talking to other alcoholics in the sacred space of Alcoholic’s Anonymous meetings. While I have read only a brief part of the book (my vision loss makes reading difficult), I am impressed with Sister’s struggle with a basic question: “Why is it that 30 years of prayer and discipline and living the sacramental life of the Church could not stop me from drinking, but talking to another drunk could?”
Therein lies both the mystery and the majesty of Alcoholics Anonymous. Spirituality is not in the ritual, nor is it the domain of the special few. Spirituality is for everyone willing to recognize a Higher Power in his or her life, and to surrender to that Power in the company of other people.
There are those who say that A.A. is not about will power, but about God power. In truth, it is about both. We must use our wills to choose to turn our lives over to a Higher Power. The best example of this is in Sister Molly’s recounting the story of the founding of A.A. by Bill Wilson. Here is an excerpt from that account:
“A few months out of the hospital, and still shakily sober, Bill was in the Mayflower Hotel in Akron, Ohio, on a Saturday night in 1935. The hotel bar was crowded, warm and tempting laughter from it drifting into the lobby, where Bill paced back and forth, resisting the urge to go in and have a drink. Instead, he turned the other way and went to a nearby phone booth, picked out the name of a minister from a minister’s directory there, and began making phone calls to find a fellow drunk. Remembering his own experience, he knew that he needed to talk to another drunk in order to keep from drinking himself. His tenth call was to the woman who arranged for him to meet Dr. Bob, an Akron surgeon, deep in the throes of the disease. The two met, and A.A. was born. A fateful, providential choice: If Bill had gone to the bar instead of the phone booth, where might the millions of alcoholics who have been helped by the program be? Where might I be?”
My favorite sentence in that account was: “What if he had gone to the bar instead of the phone booth…? Most of us forget that our little choices have eternal meaning. Will power does work with God power. God won’t take away our free will. We have to make the right decision before God can lead us in the right direction.
Our society worships the god of individual freedom. “No one’s going to tell me what to do” is the only Creed many people believe in. “I’ve got a right to do that!” As someone has wisely said: “We know our rights better than our wrongs.”
But, in truth, how many of our lives would be different if we had made different choices: the choice to go to a bar, instead of a child’s game; the choice to sleep in on Sunday instead of going to Church; the choice to say the hurtful thing, instead of the kind thing, or just remaining silent.
If Bill Wilson had had a drink instead of making a phone call, the world would never have known, because the world would never have known him, or the organization he helped to found. We usually don’t think our decisions change history, but in truth they do. How we live our lives affects not just us, but those around us, and those they will influence. Like a stone tossed into a pool, the ripples just keep moving out.
I am told that A.A. understands God’s Will as “doing the next right thing.” I wrote this column, because I first got a book. The book wouldn’t have been there, if Sister had not chosen to write it. I hope reading this column was the right choice for you. I hope you believe that your next choice will change your history, and the history of those around you. I hope you change history for the better.
Since so many of you have promised to pray for me, it seems only fair that I share what I perceive to be a humble miracle in my own life. To recap my illnesses briefly, since October of 2002 I have been experiencing excruciating pain in my shoulder and arm, and, at the same time, a partial loss of vision in both eyes. After months of tests and doctors visits, my vision loss was diagnosed as “ischemic optic neuropathy”, essentially a stroke in both eyes. The pain in my neck and shoulder was eventually traced to degenerative discs in my neck.
While I had a diagnosis for my neck, nothing seemed to help the pain. Traditional prescriptions and pain killers barely touched it. Physical Therapy at Good Samaritan Hospital Outpatient Rehabilitation made an enormous difference in pain relief. However, once I began to feel better, and to resume a more normal schedule – giving talks and retreats, travelling, lifting boxes of books – almost all of the pain returned. I was profoundly discouraged.
Then a kind friend gave me a container of Cal Absorb. One of the side effects of this Magnesium-Calcium-Vitamin D- Vitamin C supplement was to help with sleeping. Since I was in constant discomfort, I wasn’t getting much sleep. I took my first dose the evening of Easter Sunday. I not only slept better, but I woke up pain free for the first time in six months!
Since then, I have maintained a busy schedule of counseling, writing, (even typing used to be bitterly painful), travelling, and speaking. As of the date of writing this article (May 20), I am still essentially pain free. Yes, I still do my physical therapy exercises. I carry lighter boxes. But the pain has not returned.
I’m not trying to sell Cal Absorb. (1-800-466-8615) I don’t make any money off it. In fact, I spend money on it. I can’t promise it will do anything for your pain. But, combined with the miracle of Easter and the miracle of your prayers, it was an instrument used by God for my pain relief. While I’m humbled that a product from a radio “info-mercial” helped me, I realize that Jesus used things such as spittle, mud, water, and words to heal people. I guess the Lord still has His sense of humor.
Why did the product help me? I think the right mixture in this powdered-formula relaxed the muscles in my neck and shoulder, which took the pressure off of the pinched nerve in my neck. I had only been on the supplement for two days, when my therapist, Lee Koch, noted that the muscles, which had always been knotted and tight, were relaxed and supple.
As far as my eyes go, there has been no such dramatic miracle. However, after three months not driving, I am driving again. I passed the eye test that the Department of Motor Vehicles gives, when I renewed my license. My ophthalmologists agree that I am legally able to drive. A special coating on my regular glasses, and wearing polarized, tinted lenses over my glasses, helps to sharpen my driving vision. However, with the loss of my lower level vision, and the loss of much of my peripheral vision, seeing is still problematic. I still miss steps now and then, especially in churches and sanctuaries. I walk past people because I literally don’t see them. I often don’t see the hands of children reaching out to shake my hand because they are not in my line of vision. When I face large audiences for talks, there’s often a haze over the group because of the glare of the lighting.
Still, despite real limitations and disabilities, I am still profoundly grateful. I am grateful for the vision I do have. I am grateful to you for your ongoing prayers and support. At times I can feel the energy of so much love and so many prayers surrounding me.
Medical science offers me no hope. The loss is permanent, I am told. The optic nerves will not regenerate. I am grateful for the many good things that modern medicine has done for me in my lifetime, so I won’t disparage it. However, I dare to believe in the power of prayer and the power of love. So I try to stay in the presence of prayerful and loving people, and in the presence of Jesus, who said that: “With God, all things are possible.” I have experienced a miracle of pain relief, why not a miracle of restored sight?
On a nearly daily basis, in calls or counseling, I hear stories of tragic accidents, illnesses, and deaths. Along with the call is the real, or implied, question: “What’s God doing?”
In my book, “When Life Doesn’t Make Sense”, I have attempted to deal with the whole ‘problem of evil’. Put simply, I don’t believe God causes sickness, accidents, or death. As the Book of Wisdom puts it so wisely: “For God did not create death, nor does God rejoice in the destruction of the living. But, through the power of the evil one, death entered the world.”
Put simply, God is a God of life, peace, and joy. The words of Jesus are clear: “I have come that you might have life, and life to the fullest.” “I will give you a peace the world cannot give.” “I will give you a joy no one can take from you.”
I’ve quoted Fr. Denny O’Donnell before, when he said: “We know two basic things about God: That ‘His ways are not our ways’, and that Jesus told us to call God, Abba, Daddy! While we can’t fully comprehend the mystery of God, we do know it is a mystery of love!”
So, how do death, disease, and disaster fit into this mystery? Allow me to tell a true story that Deacon Herman Wilkins told me.
A little boy was standing next to his mother’s coffin, when Deacon Herman walked into the room.
“My Mommy is with God now”, the little boy said.
“You’re right”, replied the Deacon.
“Cancer killed my Mommy” the little boy continued. “But God is taking care of her.”
“Right again” replied Deacon Herman.
The little boy concluded: “I don’t know much about this God person, but if He’s taking care of my Mommy, He must be a pretty special person.”
That little boy got it right!
First, he knew where his mother was. She was with God.
Second, he named the evil that killed his mother: “Cancer killed my Mommy”. He didn’t think of God as ‘taking’ his mother, or inflicting disease on her. If had been taught that, he would have grown up with an image of God similar to Saddam Hussein, who gratuitously inflicted pain, suffering, and death on people.
The theology of St. Paul is very clear: through the sin of Adam, death entered the world. Through the power of Christ, the new Adam, life conquered death. Death, disease, and illness were not part of the divine plan, any more than sin was a part of the divine plan. Apparently we were created to live forever, and to live in harmony with each other and all of creation. The power of evil and sinful choices changed all that.
God entered history, in the person of Jesus, to redeem and save us. He came to absorb all that was dark in us – meanness, cruelty, prejudice – and to set us free from the power of sin and the power of death. Now when we face sickness, and endure pain, we know God has been there, and is now with us. When we face death, we know God has gone through death, and will go through death with us, and meet us in eternal life.
God’s grace is sufficient for us. No, not God creating the misery, but God giving us the strength to endure and to triumph over the misery. Yes, death can seem like a ‘friend’ when it finally ends someone’s prolonged suffering. But it is not a friend in the more profound sense that it ends our mortal life. St. Paul got it right when he said that death was the last enemy to be defeated.
Yes, the little boy got it right: “I don’t know much about this God person, but He must be awfully special if He’s taking care of my Mommy”. God is awfully special. He is there with us. He is there for us!
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