Sister Ann was student counselor at a prestigious girls’ college in Boston, Massachusetts. As a religious psychologist Sister Ann also helped religious communities in the psychological development of their candidates and members.
I met Sister Ann when she was working with the Sisters who administered the hospital and nursing home where I was chaplain in Minnesota. Sister Ann was administering tests which enabled the Sisters to learn the personality types to which each belonged, so that they could have a better understanding of one another, and work together more effectively.
I found Sister Ann a refreshing personality who was happy to share her skills and experience with anyone willing to learn from her. I remember her telling us that her daily schedule was so packed with appointments that she scheduled a one-hour slot every day for God. I think it was her way of reminding the overworked hospital Sisters not to let their dedication to others leave no time for God in their lives.
How often I have heard people say, “I have no time to pray. I offer my work to God, and I hope that is enough”. Indeed it is a wonderful idea to offer your work to God, but I wonder how long you can maintain that attitude if you do not spend some time every day with God alone.
The wonderful thing about time is that everyone is given exactly the same amount. The billionaire does not receive more, and the beggar does not receive less. How you spend your time can reveal to you who or what is important in your life. You will give priority time to what is important, and leave the remaining time to be divided among the less important things.
Sometimes you may not realize what is important to you until you sit back and look at how you spend your time. I remember working with a poor community in the tropics where the people believed that the most important thing for them was education. But when their daily activities were examined it showed that families spent more hours every day waiting in line for water.
They had no option. There was only one water tap for the sixty or so families who lived there. Water was their top priority, and until that challenge was overcome, education would not get the priority attention they thought it deserved.
So it is in the life of each one of us. You give your time to what is important to you. Each one of us is given 86,400 seconds every day. Cardinal van Thuan, the not yet canonized saint of Vietnam, said he tried to follow his mother’s advice and fill every second of his time with love.
Maybe the best that most of us can do is to imitate Sister Ann, and give God a guaranteed special slot of time every day. Even if nothing else goes well, you will never regret that you reported for duty, and waited in humble silence for guidance on how to use the rest of your time that day.
One week ago today I was on the Belfast docks where the Titanic was built. Hundreds of people crowded the Titanic Centre for the commemoration of the Titanic’s ill-fated maiden voyage in 1912.
One hundred years ago today, at twenty minutes to midnight, the Titanic collided with an iceberg in the North Atlantic, resulting in the loss of the liner and most of those on board. The capacity of the lifeboats fell far short of the numbers of passengers and crew. Only 709 were saved, and 1514 were lost.
I have read much about the Titanic disaster, but I learned something I did not know from the English Catholic weekly, The Universe. Among the 1514 who were lost on the Titanic were three Catholic priests, one from England, one from Germany and one from Lithuania.
Father Thomas Byles was an English diocesan priest, a convert to Catholicism, ordained in 1902 at the age of 32. He was on his way to officiate at the wedding of his brother William in Brooklyn. He travelled on a 2nd class ticket costing thirteen pounds Sterling.
Father Josep Peruschitz was a Benedictine monk from Bavaria, on his way to take up the post of principal in a Benedictine school in Minnesota. He also travelled on a 2nd class ticket.
Father Juozas Montvila was a 27 year-old who had been barred from Lithuania by the Russians. He decided to follow his brother Petras in America.
All three priests refused to take a place on the lifeboats, and chose to remain with those doomed to go down with the ship. They assisted the 3rd class passengers to the upper decks and into the lifeboats. They comforted and prayed with those left behind. They sacrificed themselves to be with those who could not escape.
A survivor in one of the lifeboats described how she could hear the fading strains of “Nearer My God to Thee” as the lifeboat pulled away from the sinking ship.
There was another Titanic priest who was different. Firstly he was not fully-fledged, but a priest in the making. Secondly, he was only on board of the Titanic for two days of the voyage.
Francis Browne was an Irish Jesuit student in training for the priesthood. His uncle, the bishop of the diocese of Cloyne in Ireland, bought him a first class ticket on the Titanic. He was on board the Titanic when it sailed from Southampton on April 10, 1912. He disembarked when the Titanic dropped anchor at Cobh (Queenstown, Ireland) to pick up its final passengers before crossing the Atlantic. It is not clear why he disembarked, whether it was his original intention, or due to a sudden decision of his uncle-bishop or his Jesuit Superior.
Francis Browne became famous even before he became a priest. He had brought a camera with him on board the Titanic. With the help of the ship’s purser, Hugh McElroy, he was able to take hundreds of photographs of the interior of the liner at all levels, even places out of bounds to passengers.
Incredible as it may seem, his photographs appear to be the only surviving photographs of the interior of the Titanic, and have been reproduced time and again. Father Browne died in 1960. He wrote and spoke much about his short experience on board the Titanic, and must have wondered why Providence spared him the fate of the other three priests.
Father Browne revealed the depth of his feelings in the words with which he concluded one of his talks on the Titanic when he said: “As you say goodbye to one another tonight, remember to pray for those who perished with the Titanic that dreadful night in the icy waters of the North Atlantic”.
In the Greek Fathers of the Church there is an ancient homily which tells us what Jesus did between his death on Good Friday and his rising from the dead on Easter Sunday. According to the unknown preacher of this ancient sermon Jesus went to the abode of the dead to tell them that the gates of heaven were now open to them, and they were free to go there.
The abode of the dead was known to theologians as the “limbo of the fathers”, the place where good people who died before Christ had to wait until heaven became open to them. On the basis of this limbo, Christian theologians invented another limbo, the “limbo of the children”. The theologians invented this limbo for those children who, after the time of Christ, died without being baptized.
Limbo means fringe or margin. The limbo of the children was the margin between heaven and hell. The theologians invented it because they thought the unbaptized children did not deserve the joy of heaven for not being baptized, but did not deserve the pains of hell because they had done nothing wrong.
I remember as a student in the seminary I found this teaching hard to accept. I remember putting it aside into an alcove in my mind labelled “with reservations”.
Some years later I changed my reservations into outright rejection, when one of my sisters had a still-born baby, and I saw how she was treated by the Church authorities. She and her husband were exemplary Catholics. They already had seven children, and the little still-born baby girl was their eighth child. They were told the child would never get to heaven, and she could not even be buried in consecrated ground.
I remember years later searching with my sister for the baby’s grave. We failed to find it because the graves in the unconsecrated part of the cemetery were unmarked. It was then I knew that my instincts were correct in rejecting the Church’s teaching on the limbo of the children. I knew the God revealed in Jesus Christ would not approve it, despite Augustine or Aquinas or other brilliant minds that invented or supported it.
It did not help when Pope Benedict XVI in an interview in 2007 stated that he personally would abandon the teaching on the limbo of the children since it was never a defined doctrine of the Faith. If it was never a doctrine of the Church, why did Church authorities allow such cruel rules and heartless teaching to be based upon it?
On May 10, 2009, the Belfast Telegraph reported that the previous day Bishop Noel Treanor, in Belfast Northern Ireland, blessed an unmarked mass grave believed to hold hundreds of unbaptized babies, some buried as recently as the 1980’s. The bishop stated that the Church wanted to honor the memory of the children, to recognize the grief of the parents, and to undo any errors on the part of the Church.
The bishop’s conciliatory words are an important step in helping restore families who felt hurt and alienated by the teaching and rules that made the Church more like a heartless guardian than the loving mother God wants her to be.
In the meantime I still have reservations about some other teachings which I hope the Church will some day revisit to free them from the fantasies of theologians, and reconcile them with the teachings of Jesus Christ in the Gospel.