Upon arriving at church this morning I learned that a longtime parishioner, John Leugers, had died last night. I mourn the passing of this fine man who was to us an “elder” of the community in the fullest sense. Tall in stature, his gentle presence was that of an oak tree, strong, steadfast, and deeply rooted, and he occupies a special fond place in my heart. When we first began attending 9:00 mass about 15 years ago, we regularly sat in front of John and his wife, Mary Ann, who died several years ago. Michael and Kieran went to child care during mass, and Christian, an infant in arms who needed frequent nursing, stayed with us in church. Mindful of others’ possible feelings about breastfeeding in public, I usually brought a blanket so as to be discreet. One Sunday after mass, John commented to my husband, with heartfelt feeling, how beautiful it was to see a mother nursing her baby in church and how appropriate he thought it was. When Joe repeated it to me later, I got choked up to receive such affirmation, unexpected from a man of his generation. In the narthex after mass today, a friend recollected knowing John at a previous parish when he was a catechist for 2nd and 3rd graders, noting with amusement the sight of such a tall man with the young children. Gertrud Mueller Nelson’s words about St. Nicholas resonate again and aptly describe John. “He carries a father image that imbues all fatherhood, and leadership and authority everywhere, with dignity and a powerful creativity.” The brawl that ended yesterday’s Crosstown Shootout between Xavier and the University of Cincinnati points to our culture’s great need for more men who show toughness without resorting to violence and know how to integrate strength with compassion and nurturing.
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I spent part of yesterday afternoon decorating the St. Nicholas cookies for today’s feast with a pastry “gun.’ As I painstakingly drew the cross on his miter and outlined the curve of his crozier with frosting, I wondered why, exactly, his feast means so much to me when present-day images of bishops at best evoke ambivalence. There’s something warm and gentle about St. Nicholas. Rather than power or authority, his crozier connotes the loving care of a shepherd. His feast feels like more than just a special family occasion. When the kids are gone, will we still observe St. Nicholas Day? I think so.
Rereading the familiar stories about Nicholas, who lived in the fourth century on the southern coast of what is now Turkey, I was struck anew by the tale of his generosity to a family with three daughters. Their father had fallen on hard times and did not have the money to pay dowries for his daughters to marry. Without marriage, their prospects were quite bleak, possibly being sold into slavery or forced into prostitution. Hearing of their plight, Nicholas was moved to action. During the night, he went to the family’s house and tossed a bag of gold – enough for one dowry – through the window. Several nights later, another bag appeared, and then the third soon after that. The family rejoiced, and giving in secret became integral to the spirit of St. Nicholas. In this day and time, a bishop’s personal care and concern for the welfare of three young women provides a kind of affirmation that is too often lacking. Today’s bishops should ponder the example of St. Nicholas.
Gertrud Mueller Nelson, who introduced me to St. Nicholas, articulates well how he enlightens our vision more deeply than Santa Claus can: “He carries a father image that imbues all fatherhood, and leadership and authority everywhere, with dignity and a powerful creativity. He is certainly that great Papa, a grandfather, who has given us so much and continues to nourish us out of his endless store of gifts that knows no end, who knows us so well, and who rescues us from our own inadequacies. But he also lends us the courage to grow and change, and helps us to see the world as it really is and requires that we do our part.” (To Dance with God, p. 81).
As I write this, I received word about a recent grad of Ursuline Academy who died from a brain aneurysm last night. I know that St. Nicholas cares for this young woman, and her family too, at this terrible loss. Please comfort and strengthen her loved ones as they deal with unspeakable sorrow. And St. Nicholas, patron of children, console the many teens and young adults who are touched by her passing. Restore their hope; increase their faith.
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