Love Is Patient
Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, it is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
This is a post that I hesitate to write as I am certain it will bring me criticism and I am not all that certain of whether what it expresses is entirely accurate. If there is one thing I have learned so far in life, it is that I am entirely capable of being wrong and of holding foolish positions. This being said, I also have learned that one of the best ways of learning is to express an opinion and allow others to respond.
Perhaps a better title for this post would be, The Medium is the Message. One of the things that has struck me recently in my ministry as a priest at St. Thomas is that sometimes we fall into the trap of thinking that simply being right is enough. When I recently embarked on a four week set of homilies intended to sway people into being more fully engaged in the liturgy, I was encouraged by several people to address those who leave mass early with the tools of embarrassment and shame. My response so far has been to reject this as it does not model Christian behavior. I certainly believe that Catholics should stay put for the entirety of Sunday mass, but I am not willing to engage in anti-Christian actions in order to promote what I know to be right. The fact that I have been encouraged to do so regularly since I raised the subject to our parish is disturbing.
This phenomena is not simply limited to attempts to address those getting a head start on Sunday brunch. One place I recognize the same pattern is in the pro-life movement. Don’t get me wrong, I am a firm believer in the sanctity of life. But often I feel, as I suspect many priests do, that there is a subtle message being sent that if you aren’t willing to engage in a certain brand of politics, a certain set of methods, that you aren’t really pro-life. Sometimes it seems that the only thing that matters is being on the right side, and being on the right side entitles one to say and do things that otherwise would be considered far from the Christian faith. The most serious example I have seen of this was one year at the March for Life in Washington, DC where I met pro-lifers who were providing the addresses of local abortion doctors and encouraging people to go vandalize the doctors’ homes.
One of the most instructive moments of my life as someone committed to life came when I was in college. I was at a table in our student center representing a pro-life student group. A young woman approached our table and began to berate me for taking the position I was espousing. She believed that as a man, I should have no say in what a woman chooses to do with her body. Interestingly enough, before I could mount a defense, a friend of mine who at the time was pro-choice did so for me. She took the young lady aside and told her that although she was pro-choice, I was not someone who warranted her attack, that I was a good person with a different opinion than the one she held. It was an eye opening experience for me. It seemed in that moment that my actions over the past year of knowing my friend were the real thing that kept her from dismissing what I had to say, even though she held an opposing position.
Whenever I see someone who is using the tactics of embarrassment or fear to promote the cause of life, it alarms me. At the same time, what one person would describe as trying to shame someone into something, another could see as simply giving public witness. A perfect example is the multitude of people who spend each day praying at abortion clinics. Some may feel that this gesture is meant to make those entering feel guilty and thus change their minds about what they are about to do. Others may feel that simply praying from home or church doesn’t go far enough in being present to those who may feel no other choice unless someone is physically standing by to offer them the support they need to choose life. Perhaps, like most things in life, there is a combination of both motives present.
One of the most difficult virtues for so many of us is patience. It takes work to develop patience, but when put into practice, I believe it can be more effective in changing the hearts of others than simply our belief (accurate or not) that we are right. Over the last two weeks I have spend hours on the phone with what seems like the entire Virginia Office of Taxation in an attempt to prove to them they were mistaken in believing I owed them income tax for a year I never lived in the Commonwealth. There were ups and downs in the conversation. One thing throughout was constant, that being I truly do not owe them taxes. The thing that waxed and waned was my patience. On the days I became frustrated and angry, I was given back the same. On the days I was patient and courteous, I made progress, eventually resolving the issue.
Trying to be right all the time just isn’t what it is cracked up to be, but being more patient? That’s something worth my efforts.





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