Loyalty to a Fact
by Suzanne M. Lewis
When I was 17, I had an internship at the Justice Department and would have to get a connecting train at Foggy Bottom as part of my commute. One afternoon, I was standing on the platform about 5 steps behind a man in a suit. We were the only ones on the platform. I saw him lift his sleeve to check his watch, so I called out to him, "Excuse me, sir, can you please tell me the time?" He didn't answer, so I raised my voice, "Excuse me, what time is it, sir?!" Still no response! So I shouted in exasperation, "HEY MISTER WHAT TIME IS IT?!!!!!" Can you believe he still didn't answer?! I thought some pretty rotten things about him and his suit and his watch (which I did not say out loud). Then another man approached the first one, tapped him on the shoulder, and the two began a very animated conversation... with their HANDS… in American Sign Language. Man, did I feel stupid and ashamed.
My laptop recently crashed; despite all my best efforts, I could not revive it. I drove an hour and then waited 3 hours for help at the Apple store. Finally Mike from tech support came out to examine my machine. He asked me what was wrong, listened with compassion, then plugged in the computer and pushed start... and it started. Evidently it hadn't been plugged in all the way. I said, "Was that the easiest fix of your whole evening?" And he lied: "No.” Then he ran diagnostics on the laptop and shared useful information so that I didn't feel I'd gone all the way out there and waited so long for nothing.
Mike saw more that evening than I had been able to see back at age 17 in Foggy Bottom. While Mike could have no idea of my current circumstances or what may or may not be preoccupying me, he treated me like a person who could have perfectly valid reasons to make the mistake I made. Rather than judging me to be stupid, he suspended that judgment. Mike is today’s Revolutionary of Tenderness.
Faith isn't "believing" that the other person could be coming from an entirely different circumstance in which there are good reasons not to recognize that one's computer needs to be plugged back in. Faith is loyalty to a fact: the knowledge that the other person is a mystery, who might be struggling or disabled, and who therefore needs to be approached with respect, compassion, and tenderness. Faith is the capacity to see all the factors at play - including those that are invisible and yet true.
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“Do Not Cast Me Off in Time of Old Age”
By Stephen G. Adubato
“‘Do not cast me off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength is spent’ (Ps 71:9). This is the plea of the elderly, who fear being forgotten and rejected. Just as God asks us to be his means of hearing the cry of the poor, so too he wants us to hear the cry of the elderly” (Amoris Laetitia 191).
The COVID-19 pandemic has shed light on and exacerbated the effects of our indifference toward senior citizens, and, in the words of the Pope, have exposed “our vulnerability and uncovered those false and superfluous certainties around which we have constructed our daily schedules, our projects, our habits and priorities...it lays bare all our prepackaged ideas and forgetfulness of what nourishes our people’s souls; all those attempts that anesthetize us with ways of thinking and acting that supposedly ‘save’ us, but instead prove incapable of putting us in touch with our roots and keeping alive the memory of those who have gone before us.”
I myself must admit that I’ve fallen temptation to the cult of “superfluous certainties” and self-affirmation. Especially during my college years, I felt the need to do and acquire “glamorous” things in order to feel like I had value. This anxiety became increasingly sharp around the time I finished college. I was confronted with my waning youth and the dawn of my adulthood.
Around the same time, my grandparents were becoming increasingly sick. They needed me to spend more time taking care of them, and this competed directly with my aspirations of living it up on the weekends.
I remember one weekend I had to give up going to a birthday party so I could stay with them, and while they were napping I started reading the Pope’s latest encyclical, Amoris Laetitia. In it, Francis challenged the postmodern cult of youth and condemned the “throwaway culture” that discards the least productive and most vulnerable in our society, especially the poor, the unborn, and the elderly.
I was challenged by his words. The Pope was proposing that human life has value not just when it’s “useful” or glamorous, but just because it exists. He was also proposing that the fulfillment of our time is not the ideal of efficiency, pleasure, or personal gain, but charity, the gift of self to the point of sacrifice. This flew in the face of the cult of ephemeral pleasure that I had gotten trapped into. I decided to test out the Pope’s proposal through the time I was spending with my grandparents.
I soon started to discover that, although I often got impatient, the time I was spending with them brought out a tenderness and gentleness in me that I didn’t know myself to be capable of. And while it indeed required a sacrifice, I slowly started to find myself more fulfilled by spending my time making a gift of myself than by “living it up.” On top of that, I was learning from my grandparents’ wisdom about my family roots, my culture, and life in general.
Soon after, I decided it would be worthwhile to add more senior day cares to my school’s community service program, which I coordinate. I wanted more students to be able to interact with the elderly. I started searching on Google for centers in Newark, only to find out that many of them had negative reviews complaining of maltreatment and unprofessionalism.
Eventually, I found one center that had very few reviews and a website that hadn’t been updated in quite some time. I took the risk of reaching out, hesitantly, to the owner. She responded enthusiastically, claiming that my email was an answered prayer. She had been looking for opportunities to have young people volunteer with the seniors. After the first week of sending my students there, I was amazed by what I saw happened to them.
Thumbelina Newsome, the director, walks into the center and greets everyone with an overflowing gaze of joy (hence the center’s name. Joy Cometh in the Morning). She approaches each of the seniors, even the grumpiest and most handicapped, as if they were a gift sent to her from above. How does she see such beauty in people who our society tends to write off as useless burdens? Not only this, but she imparted this joy to my students, who initially thought they were going to be stuck working at a “boring community service site with old people.”
I invited Thumbelina to speak about the topic of elder care at an event last year along with Regina Kasun NP, the sister of a dear friend, who works for a geriatric house calls program in Virginia. I invited them to speak once again at this year’s Festival of Friendship, along with my former professor Dr. Charles Camosy, a moral theologian and bioethicist who has written about the Consistent Life Ethic (CLE) and the throwaway culture. During the COVID-19 pandemic, he has written extensively about the dire situations that many senior citizens are facing in nursing homes, challenging the throwaway mentality which allows them to be tossed to the margins of society.
Join us at 6 pm EST on Sunday, October 11th to hear them share their thoughts and experiences. The panel will be followed by a live Q+A session on Hopin.