Monday, January 30, 2012
Reaching the wounded souls who dwell 'close to the Heart of Christ'
As an author, I find myself writing the sort of books I wish had been there for me at different points of my life. That was the case with my first book, The Thrill of the Chaste, and it is even more so with my upcoming book My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints.
My Peace I Give You is for adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse, to help them find healing through the examples of saints who bore wounds like theirs, but in a larger sense it is for everyone who suffered from a lack of love while growing up. My parents split up when I was five, and, as I wrote in The Thrill of the Chaste, my young psyche suffered from emotional brokenness on many levels. Because of those experiences, when, in 2005, I made the decision to become Catholic, I was eager to learn the foundations of Church teaching on God’s design for love, marriage, and family. It seemed to me that if I could better understand what had been missing from my young life, I could find the path to adult wholeness.
The teachings that John Paul II called his catechesis on human love, popularly known as the theology of the body, were extremely attractive to me because of the beauty with which he spoke of the family as a sharing in Trinitarian love. That interest led me to attend Catholic young-adult events where speakers attempted to boil down the Holy Father’s highly philosophical catechesis into ordinary language. Although each speaker had his or her own unique gifts, they shared a common and admirable goal. They wanted to show that the Church’s teachings against contraception and abortion, and for marital love and fidelity, were part of a divine plan intended for our happiness—both in this life and in the next.
I learned a lot from those speakers. They helped fuel my desire to research the Church’s teachings more deeply, which led to my earning a master’s degree in theology (and now continuing towards a doctorate). But I also heard something that deeply troubled me. Some speakers, seeking to capture the spiritual meaning of the family’s participation in Trinitarian love, ended up extrapolating beyond John Paul’s words.
John Paul speaks of how God, by enabling spouses to make a loving gift of self to one another, “makes them capable of the greatest possible gift, the gift by which they become cooperators with God for giving life to a new human person.” In this manner, he intimates that the spouses, in the act of procreation, cooperate in God’s creative love.
Many millions of children, however, are the fruit not of procreative love, but of parents’ lust for one another, or their selfish desire to own a child as if it were a possession and not a person. If that were not so, the Holy Father would not have felt the need to explain how human love is intended to be in the divine plan. And it is precisely this point—the failure of so many parents to consciously participate in God’s love—that is missed by some Catholic speakers. As a result, they unwittingly give the impression that not only should children be the fruit of their parents’ mutual self-gift, but also that they must be the fruit of such a gift. Listeners like myself, who come from broken or abusive families, are left with the distressing impression that we were deprived of God’s love in our very origin, our very creation.
Witness, for example, this talk at a conference on John Paul’s teachings, particularly an exchange that takes place during the question-and-answer section:
In the talk, the speaker describes the child as “a sort of physical correlate of the spiritual fecundity of the [parents’] union; it indicates how great the love is, how deep a love it is, that it can actually produce a new human soul” (30:08).
She reinforces her point by quoting John Paul II’s Familiaris Consortio, which describes fecundity as “the fruit and the sign of conjugal love, the living testimony of the full reciprocal self-giving of the spouses.”
“So,” she adds, “I would venture to say that maybe here we have found the most foundational reason that God has given man a human body.
“We can’t create out of nothing. But we can actually share part of who we are in the bodily dimension of our being. And really, insofar as we are our bodies, mother and father, husband and wife, really communicate themselves when they co-create; they infuse themselves into this new being the way the Father and the Son infuse themselves into the being of the Holy Spirit. And now the child is really part and parcel of the love between the parents, which has, in a sense, burst the bonds of the communion; it’s so great that it overflows into the being of a new human person.”
The point made is a theological one. Understood in context, it may be taken as a sincere, academically informed effort to distill John Paul’s teachings. But not every theological point is a pastoral point. Truth is truth, but if we place too much emphasis on one part of the truth—in this case, the parents' sharing in God’s creative love—we risk missing another, more important part: Whether or not a child’s parents intend, in the act that leads to procreation, to make a gift of love to each other, their intention has no effect whatsoever on the spiritual identity of the child who proceeds from their union. “The Church teaches that every spiritual soul is created immediately by God—it is not ‘produced’ by the parents” (CCC 366).
The speaker knows that. But it is not her main point. And so, a pastoral problem emerges. About 55 minutes into the video, a young woman raises her hand to ask a question. Her voice indicates that she is on the verge of tears. The following exchange takes place:
YOUNG WOMAN IN AUDIENCE: “Hi, um—so I’m actually the product of donor conception. My parents never met. I have no idea who my father and my mother—I have no idea who my father was. And I have a little bit of a problem, um, with when your parents were never in love. And, um, in this way, I feel like, breaking it down so that, if—if the couples just love each other enough, they’ll be rewarded with a child. Whereas I think that the parents’ loving each other is really a gift and a necessity for the child. It’s such a torment when your parents never love each other and connect to each other. So, um, I’m having a problem; it’s like the child is the—you know, the little prize you get when you love deep enough.”
SPEAKER: “I’m not sure I see a question there. Would you mind just stating your question again, or ...?”
I don’t want to be too hard on the speaker. She is addressing the audience on an academic level, and is simply not prepared for the effect that her highly romanticized account of Church teachings may have on someone whose conception was bereft of romance. To her credit, after the young woman in the audience restates her question, the speaker eventually (after expounding further on spousal love) acknowledges that “even if the child is conceived outside of a particular act of love, God who is love and the origin of all persons is there, loving this child into existence” (59:00).
My point is that the foundational truth of God’s fatherly love for every human being needs to be the first thing we say when speaking about human conception—not the last. And if we’re handing down John Paul’s teachings, we need to know what the late Holy Father actually has to say to those who suffer what the young woman in the audience suffered—the "torment when your parents never love each other and connect to each other":
I wish to add a further word for a category of people whom, as a result of the actual circumstances in which they are living, and this often not through their own deliberate wish, I consider particularly close to the Heart of Christ and deserving of the affection and active solicitude of the Church and of pastors. There exist in the world countless people who unfortunately cannot in any sense claim membership of what could be called in the proper sense a family. (Familiaris Consortio 85)
John Paul II's message to those deprived of familial love is not that they are somehow less loved by God. Instead, he insists that they are, in his own words, particularly close to the Heart of Christ.
That foundational, fatherly love of the Creator for every human person, the love described by John Paul II, is what I needed to hear about when I sought healing in the Church. It is what I am now seeking to bring to other wounded souls with My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints. Please pray for me as I prepare for the apostolate I am undertaking with the book’s publication in April, and please join me in praying for everyone who seeks to spread and teach the Catholic faith. O Crux ave, spes unica; hail the Cross, our only hope. Labels: My Peace I Give You
12:20 AM
Monday, January 23, 2012
My teaching moment
Meeting Father Canavan for the first time at the Human Life Foundation's October 2006 award dinner. Top, Canavan makes me (center) and Lynette Burrows laugh. Next I try to conceal my displeasure as a priest I do not recognize interrupts my conversation with Canavan. (It is Father Richard John Neuhaus.)
Father Ed Dowling S.J., speaking of what happens when the faithful get rusty, quoted a priest friend of his who said that when we get to heaven, the first thing we shall say is, “My God, it’s all true.”
I catch myself feeling a similar shade of functional agnosticism during the times when I miss loved ones who have passed on. It happened the week before last, when I gave three talks over three days at the Pontifical College Josephinum. I wished very badly that Father Francis Canavan S.J., the great Fordham University professor emeritus of political science who died in February 2009 could see me as I gave my first-ever academic-level lectures. Then I had to remind myself that if (as I believed) he was in heaven, Father Canavan could see me. More than that, he could see me as God sees me, with clearer and deeper vision than he ever had during his earthly life.
One of my last memories of Father Canavan is of straining to hear his faint voice over my cell phone while standing in the foyer of Pat Troy’s Irish pub in Alexandria during a Theology on Tap event on a cold night in January 2009. I was worried about the 91-year-old priest because he had left me a shaky-sounding voice mail that seemed urgent. When I reached him, it turned out that his concern was over my having told him, in our last conversation, that I did not think myself capable of teaching, let alone becoming a college professor.
A few weeks earlier, I had sent him a paper I wrote for my Theological Virtues class on the meaning of St. Ignatius Loyola’s Suscipe prayer. It was the first paper I wrote after entering the M.A. program in theology at Dominican House of Studies. My vocational plan, as I had told Father Canavan, was to stop at the master’s degree and then work in campus ministry. It seemed like the most natural thing to do, since the success of my book The Thrill of the Chaste had led to my speaking on chastity at college campuses. What was more, having recently survived thyroid cancer, it seemed most wise to get a degree that would lead as quickly as possible to a full-time job (as opposed to my freelance writing and speaking), so that I would not have to worry about being without health insurance.
All those goals of mine Father Canavan had supported until he read my Suscipe paper. Somehow, reading my account of how praying St. Ignatius’s words facilitates the return of love to God, he got the idea that I was called to be a professor at a Catholic college. He pointed out to me that there were a number of small colleges, such as Magdalen, Thomas Aquinas, and Christendom, that were trying to embody a strong Catholic identity. “Faithful Catholic colleges need faithful Catholic professors,” he said—and they wouldn’t have them unless people of my talents got the education necessary to teach. Therefore, I had to continue towards a doctorate—and he would do everything he could to gently but firmly encourage me in that direction.
So his seemingly urgent voicemail message on that winter’s night turned out to be merely part of his ongoing lobbying campaign. As I stood in the foyer of Pat Troy’s, trying to stay as far as possible from the noise from the packed bar while staying warm inside the front doors, I tried to explain to him over the long-distance connection that the idea of teaching was too scary. To me, it like being a parent except that one had thirty children and no spouse. It seemed a tremendous responsibility. Although nearly single member of my family had the gift to fulfill it, I believed the "teaching gene" had passed me by.
Father Canavan granted that teaching was scary. He proceeded to tell me how daunted he was when he was thrust into the task as a scholastic (that is, a Jesuit seminarian). After the first class he taught, to a group of boys (either to high-schoolers or young collegiates, I can’t recall), one of his students, who had been unruly, told him frankly that he was a terrible instructor. Canavan’s response was to ask the student what he was doing wrong. The student was only too happy to inform him, and he took the criticism to heart. From then on, the student was well behaved.
I was touched beyond words to hear Father Canavan's recollection of the humility he had as a scholastic, and to realize that he had kept that same saintly humility throughout his life.
So I told Father Canavan that I would continue studying towards a doctorate, and find out if I had a vocation to teach. Although I have been blessed to receive the prayers and support of many friends and family, it is fundamentally because of his faith in me that on January 12 of this year, three years to the day after that phone conversation with him, I had the confidence to give the first of my talks at the Josephinum.
The newness of my experience at the Josephinum was not that I was speaking—I have given about 120 talks on chastity and conversion—but that my teaching was not my own. This time, I was asked to speak on John Paul II’s teachings on celibacy. So my talk on January 12 was a two-hour lecture to the seminary’s theologate (those completing their theological and pastoral studies), was on “Celibacy and Communion in John Paul II’s Catechesis on Human Love.” Two days later, I gave a one-hour version of the same talk to the collegiates (men discerning the priesthood while pursuing an undergraduate degree) and pre-theology seminarians. In between, on January 13, I gave an additional two-hour talk to the theologians, on “Pastoral Care for Those Seeking to Overcome Habits of Sexual Sin and for Those Seeking Healing from Childhood Sexual Abuse.” That talk included the reading of a chapter of my upcoming book My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints.
I don't know where to begin describing what it meant for me to give those talks and witness the response, because the entire experience was filled with signal graces. There was the applause, which was wonderful—both my second and third talks received standing ovations. There was also the gratitude that the seminarians expressed personally. For example, after every one of my talks, a different seminarian thanked me for discussing “sacramental theology.” To me, having been immersed in a Thomistic study environment for the past three and a half years, it’s all simply “theology,” minus the qualifiers. It was a joy to discover that, just by passing on what I had been taking in at school, I could help seminarians gain insight into the meaning of the sacraments they would soon be celebrating.
It was even a joy when, during the break in the middle of my second talk, a seminarian suggested to me, rightly, that one of my points could have been put more finely. I’m usually very sensitive to correction, even when it is minor, so it was strange to find myself reacting so happily. All I could think about was how wonderful it was for God to be calling men to the priesthood who have such a hunger for the truth.
But the most amazing gift was something that I had never before experienced in my years as a speaker. Every time I give a talk, I pray beforehand that I may be given the grace to love my audience. Likewise, every time in the past, when I went before an audience, it was with the will to love them. But even though God accepts our will to love others, and can bring grace from it, it is not the same as actually loving them.
What I felt in every talk I gave to the Josephinum seminarians was that I really loved them. It was a completely new feeling, and was, more than anything, what made the experience there vocational. That was what I wanted to tell Father Canavan about. I am beginning to know something of the love he felt, the love he shared with me and all he mentored. And I want to keep passing it on. Suscipe, Domine.
Please pray for me as I continue my studies at the Pontifical Faculty of the Immaculate Conception towards the degrees I need (STB and STL) in order to pursue a pontifically licensed doctorate. Please also pray specifically for my vocation. Thank you and God bless you. Labels: Father Canavan
3:42 PM
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Support from a Sister
Today I had the pleasure of discovering that Father V of Adam's Ale and Sister Brigid Ancilla Marie of the Sisters of Life are conspiring to say lovely things about my upcoming book My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints.
Father V's Tuesday Quote of the Week (actually several quotes) includes these words from Sister Brigid about My Peace I Give You: "I hear your friend Dawn is getting ready to publish a new book ... Mother [Agnes Mary Donovan] wrote the foreword. I believe the book will be a great source of healing for many. Praise God!"
My Peace I Give You, which comes out in April, is my effort to help adult victims of childhood sexual abuse find healing in Christ through the examples of saints who were themselves abused. I'm very encouraged to hear that Sister Brigid has such high hopes for it. You can read other praise for the book here and pre-order it from Amazon here. Labels: My Peace I Give You
11:45 PM
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Quote of the day
"In the circles I used to keep in London, owning up to choosing to be Catholic is a little like admitting you’re racist or homophobic or sexually repressed. Like most British women these days, I had become sexually active at about the same time as I learned to drive a car, and with the same pragmatism: 'The time is right: I need to get around if I’m not to be left behind.' Chesterton wrote that sex would be the final heresy. Indeed, for me the central stumbling blocks to entering the Church was doctrine relating to homosexuality, masturbation and contraception. I felt I could never belong to a church so didactic in its beliefs, so narrow in its view of sexuality. ...
"As a poet ... I had analysed sexual mores. There are those, Catholic and non-Catholic, who see the explicit nature of my writing about sex as at odds with my new beliefs. But those poems, which investigate violence and sexuality, are hardly a eulogy to the joys of casual sex. Physicality and sexuality have always haunted me; I began to understand that this was because of the inescapable unity of body and soul.
"My need for all the senses in experiencing something is apparent in what I write. I came to realise that the smell, the taste, the touch, the sound of God outfoxed the mind. I could rationalise, but all my rationalising couldn’t alter the profound rationality of my encounter with God. They write of intellectual, spiritual, and moral conversions. But it was through the heart – by which I mean the most instinctive, sensitive part, the ultimate reasoning – that God won me."
— Atheist-turned-Catholic Sally Read, "Outfoxed by God"
P.S. Ms. Read, if you are reading this, please write to me via my feedback form. I'm a fellow Chesterton-loving convert, very moved by your story, and would like to send you my upcoming book My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints.
8:44 PM
Why-o, why-o, why-o would I ever leave Ohio?
Just a quick note to let regular Dawn Patrol readers know that I am having a grace-filled time today at the Pontifical College Josephinum in Columbus, Ohio, having given a talk to seminarians on "Celibacy and Communion in John Paul II’s Catechesis on Human Love" as part of a three-day seminar the school is holding on celibacy. My talk tomorrow will focus on how priests and pastoral caregivers can help people who are victims of sexual abuse or who are struggling in their efforts to be chaste. I will draw from my books The Thrill of the Chaste and the upcoming My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints.
The Josephinum is a beautiful place, decorated with stunningly detailed tiling and woodwork crafted lovingly by German and Irish immigrants during the Depression. Even more beautiful is the faith, vigor, and joy of the seminarians. Catholic News Agency was right when it reported that the school is "undergoing a renaissance." Speaking here helps to inspire me as I continue my studies towards a doctorate, as this is the sort of institution where I would love to teach.
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Once My Peace I Give You is published in April, I hope to give many more talks for victims of childhood sexual abuse and their pastoral caregivers. If you would like me to speak at your college, parish, bookstore, book club, etc., please contact me via my feedback form. I would particularly like to speak to unwed mothers and to prisoners (both being populations that include a high ratio of victims of childhood sexual abuse) and do not charge for talks to those audiences so long as my transportation and accommodations are covered.
Read more about My Peace I Give You on the Ave Maria Press website.
4:21 PM
Friday, January 6, 2012
Clearing up some myths about virgin saints
A friend who is a victim of childhood sexual abuse alerted me to a bit of incorrect information offered by Father Z on his blog What Does the Prayer Really Say? on the subject of what is required for a saint to qualify as a virgin saint.
You can read Father Z's mistaken answer here and my correction in his comments section here. [Update, 1/9/11: Father Z's original post stated, "To be given the title 'virgin' the woman had to be physically a virgin. Full stop." He has since corrected it, as I had requested, to add that an exception is made in the case of women who lost physical virginity against their will.]
Bottom line: St. Augustine and St. Thomas Aquinas taught that virgins who are raped do not forfeit their virginity. What is more, according to Aquinas, a holy virgin who is raped not only retains her virginity; she receives a second crown in heaven for having endured the outrage of being violated. He adds that she remains a virgin in the eyes of the Church even if her rape results in her bearing a child.
That is the doctrine of our glorious Church, and more people need to be made aware of it. There are a lot of Catholics out there who are hurting because they suffered sexual abuse and are under the misapprehension that the Church perceives them as being stained by what was done to them against their will. It is my hope that my upcoming book My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints will dispel such myths and help victims find the healing that is available only in and through Christ in His Church. Labels: My Peace I Give You
11:01 PM
Praying all the way to the Banke
It seems like my life has finally come full circle.
When I was a 18-year-old agnostic Jewish sophomore at New York University, I never set foot in a Catholic church if I could help it. All my free time and energy was spent trying to track down and interview my personal gods—members of the 1960s group the Left Banke, of "Walk Away Renee" fame. I didn't know the meaning of "vocation," but I had a mission: to write the definitive history of the Left Banke for a rock magazine (part of which is now available online).
Flash forward a quarter-century to December 10, 2011, and I'm now a Catholic author studying towards a doctorate in theology, while the Left Banke are not only back together, they're performing at the Basilica of Old St. Patrick's Cathedral. And who has invited them there, but none other than students of New York University—they're the special guests of the NYU Drama Cantorum's Christmas concert. What is more, they sound fantastic.
What a delight to see the excitement on those students' faces. It's worlds away from the reaction I got from my fellow NYU students at the time that Prince and Bruce Springsteen were topping the charts, when I tried to explain to them why they should listen to a baroque-pop group whose hit streak ended before they were born.
Another strange reality check for me is finding myself thinking as I watch these videos, But ... but ... they're performing secular pop music in front of the Blessed Sacrament! (Again, not a thought that would have entered my mind in my hipster days.)
Yes, they are. Perhaps I shouldn't be happy about the historic basilica's being put to secular use. But I don't know how anyone who loves music can listen to musicians, young and old, commune this beautifully, without experiencing a taste of divine joy.
1:02 AM
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
'Halo' again
Today I received a very pleasant surprise: an op-ed I wrote with William Doino Jr. last February for the Busted Halo website was named the site's most popular story of 2011.
8:55 PM
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