My Thorn in the Flesh - one among many

My family moved from northern Iowa to the southwest corner of the state during the summer before my senior year of high school.

I was angry with my parents for most of the 1981-82 school year. And that wasn't the only attitude problem I had that year.

I was one of three new students at Manning High School. The other two were two foreign exchange students from Kenya and Germany (as I recall).

Manning had a tradition. Foreign exchange students were featured in the school paper, encouraged to join every extracurricular activity, and they were automatically on the Homecoming Queen/King Court.

Students who moved to the Manning school district from another Iowa school district didn't receive the same treatment.

And I was green with envy.

I tried out for the flag team and made it. I auditioned for the school play and made it. But nothing could appease my jealousy. I was angry that I had to work for new friendships - not an easy task when one enters a new school as a senior. Friendships take time. Effort. But the student body laid down the welcoming mat for exchange students. Everyone wanted to be their friend.

It was a classic case of jealousy.

There are moments when I still wrestle with this emotion. Oh, I'm not as immature about it. I recognize the attitude when it comes along, and I offer my weakness up. I get on my knees and let the Holy Spirit get me rightly ordered before I have a chance to mess up the good thing He has going in me.

What is it that tempts me? Who are the foreign exchange students in my adult world? And what's the name of the school I've transferred to?

The school is the Catholic faith. The foreign exchange students are the former Protestant clergy and their wives who are featured on Catholic radio and television. The red carpet of Catholic publishing spreads out before them. As Catholic speakers, they are in high demand.

Protestant preachers' daughters and ex-wives of Protestant ministers . . . not so much.

I am ashamed of myself when these emotions enter my spiritual journey like a virus. I remind myself that it is not the temptation that is sinful . . . it is what I choose to do with it. It can be a moment of grace. Or it can be a sin against grace.

With God's help, I let it be an opportunity to identify with the little ones who live the Catholic faith with quiet, hidden tenacity and a heart for those who are even smaller and weaker and poorer. My heart finds this longing sweet with no bitter aftertaste.

That's when I realize that God has given me precisely the right amount of exposure. Just enough to use my talents. And no more, lest I forget the author of the journey and lose all that He has done.

My Thorn in the Flesh - one among many

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

Many Protestant ministers dedicate a few minutes of Sunday services to the children. My dad was one of those ministers. He called it the Children's Sermon.

One Sunday, while pastoring a small congregation near Carroll, Iowa, Dad asked the youngsters to come up for the Children's Sermon. They sat all around him, with upturned faces.

The question of the day was this: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

One little boy had the answer. He waved his hand excitedly. Finally, Dad called on him. Would he say a fireman? Or a policeman? Or a doctor?

No. None of these.

"I wanna be a gwoan-up."

Everybody laughed. "And I bet that's what your mother is hoping you'll be, I'm sure."

But the truth is, we are not asked to be grown-ups when we get all grown up. Our Lord says we must become as little children in order to inherit the Kingdom.

Children love with innocent hearts, fully and deeply. Completely. We must learn to love God and each other like this.

But children also have the same capacity to trust their fathers and mothers. Fully and deeply. Competely.

And we must learn to trust God that much.

I think it is easier to love like a child. It is much more difficult to trust like a child.

No matter what happens today (or tonight or tomorrow or next week), I trust that You, Oh Lord, are ordering all things well.

Even when others let me down - especially when others let me down - I will remember that you are still fully in control and working all things for my good . . . and the good of the Church.

What do I want to be when I grow up? Not a gwoan-up. I want to be a little child.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?