Affirmations: I see the holiness of people when I pay close attention to their loving spirits.
At the Ignited by Truth Catholic Conference this April, Scott Hahn talked about St. Francis' teaching but he took it one step further. He asked the two-thousand people attending, "How many people have you met who are so holy, their lives exemplify their faith." How holy is my life? Is it so holy that when people see me or interact with me, they are thinking, "Wow, I need to go check out Jean's belief system."?
I've inventoried my life and made a list of all those things I do to build my faith and to contribute to society. I think it looks pretty good. I'm not comparing it to anyone else's accomplishments for that is always a fatalistic exercise. I'm simply saying that for a someone with my background and imperfections, I've made and continue to make a concerted effort to make the world, mine and the world in general, a better place. As I compiled my list I wondered if God would be pleased?
I can't see auras and I can't see chakra colors. I don't see energy flowing through people bodies but lately, I think I can see halos. In fact, this weekend, I saw halos everywhere. I saw people who were so holy, they didn't need to preach. I have no idea what religious traditions they follow but they dedicate their lives to the betterment of society and I was in awe. I spent the weekend at the Preston Robert Tisch Brain Tumor events. On Friday there were a series of lectures and informal presentations from the scientists, physicians, staff and patients associated with the program. On Sunday the Angels Among Us Walk was held. It was it's 20th year and there were 5000+ people present and they raises $2,015,000 for brain tumor research. Both my father, Frank Grolimund and Sandy's father, Joseph Costa died from glioblastomas. We are very invested in the eradication of brain cancer if not all cancer.
They shared stories of walks taken, bake sales given, basketball games played, and bike rides across the state or even the country. They shared stories of reaching out to others even when they were in the depths of personal crises. They were husbands and wives, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers. They were neighbors and fellow parishioners. They were friends and they were community. They had faced death in an upfront and very personal way and many had emerged with the strength and courage of an angel. One of my favorite stories was told by Tony McEachern. He's been battling brain cancer for almost ten years, a rare length of success. He has begun the Team Tony Foundation. He is a "lifelong jock" and now he has re-channeled his energy to focus on reaching out to other cancer patients. Tony teases that the only place he isn't asked about his bad hair-do is at the brain tumor clinic. He has many challenges as a result of his struggle but like so many I met this weekend, he is more concerned with bringing comfort and strength to others than he is with his own struggle. I am sure I could see his halo.