Thursday, November 17, 2011

Seven for One


First, I recommend reading 2 Mc 7:1, 20-31.  If you don’t have a Bible handy or can’t find 2nd Maccabees in yours (ask me about that later!), use this link: http://www.catholic.org/bible/daily_reading/?select_date=2011-11-16
This was the Old Testament reading at Mass on Wednesday and it just astounded me.

Where has this woman been all my life?!  This unnamed mother watches her seven sons become martyrs all in one day because of their family's extreme faith in the Lord and some rock hard devotion to His laws.  I love that this reading is all about the chick.  The men are mentioned first, 20but the mother was especially admirable and worthy of honourable remembrance, for she watched the death of seven sons in the course of a single day, and bravely endured it because of her hopes in the Lord.  It's like the author is saying HEY, PAY ATTENTION TO THIS WOMAN!  Because let's be real, in almost every Bible story the males have more cool things to do than the females do.  Until this moment, this woman's greatest accomplishment in life was bearing and raising seven sons.  Not that that is anything to shake a stick at.  A woman's worth was measured by her fertility, and so many sons in one family was considered a huge blessing from God.  Unlike today, when having any more than 1.5 children is just ridiculous.  Actually, what's ridiculous is denying the amazing life-giving power of creation that God lets parents borrow from Him in the sacrament of marriage.  
 
But I digress.  So Awesome Mystery Woman has this incredible gift of seven sons...and she lets them all die.  In fact, she encourages them to die.  What?!  Is she mental?  No, in fact, she is full of wisdom and full of hope.  She realizes two very important truths.  First, while all seven of these sons came from her womb, she doesn't give herself the credit for their existence.  It's all God.  22 ‘I do not know how you appeared in my womb; it was not I who endowed you with breath and life, I had not the shaping of your every part.’  28 ‘I implore you, my child, look at the earth and sky and everything in them, and consider how God made them out of what did not exist, and that human beings come into being in the same way.'  She is giving glory to the Almighty Creator and giving back to Him what was always His.  Second, she realizes that eternal life far outweighs a short, grim, earthly one.  While every mother's natural instinct is to preserve the life of her offspring and keep them with her, this one is graced with the ability to look beyond.  In counseling her last remaining son she says, 29 ‘do not fear this executioner, but prove yourself worthy of your brothers and accept death, so that I may receive you back with them in the day of mercy.'  Somehow she knows that while appeasing this evil king would win them more time on earth, a godly mother would instead prefer to share with them the everlasting reward.  In doing so, she commits their last moments in life to gruesome torture.  Each son's death is increasingly monstrous, and their mother dies last.  Scripture doesn't go into detail about how she died.  We probably don't want to know.  But I think we can all be pretty sure what...WHO...was waiting for her on the other side.
 
I am not a parent.  Sometimes I feel like one, but I am getting adequately paid to take care of three or four little ones at a time, and after twelve-plus hours, I willingly hand them over to someone else with a nursing license like mine.  But I think I can at least partially appreciate the depth of Awesome Mystery Mom's sacrifice.  Everyone knows how far moms go for their kids.  To the end of the earth, flipping over semi trucks and making their voices go all deep and scary when their babies are threatened.  But THIS mom says, "No.  These children were Yours first, O Lord.  Your laws are bigger than my desires."  And she knows that the best thing she can do is ensure they will live together forever in Heaven.  How many parents can do this?  In movies where people get tortured, the last straw is always bringing in a loved one.  The person being interrogated drops everything, forsakes all sworn obediences to governments and ideals to prevent even a hair on their special someone's head from being harmed.  It seems unnatural for a child to die before their parent, and when it happens, it is a unique and raw kind of grief that doesn't ever truly end.  
 
But we have this amazing woman to look to as an example of the courage we typically lack.  We have Abraham, whom God asked to sacrifice his only son, the one he had been waiting for until his old age.  Abraham, who in the picture of obedience had his knife to his son's throat when God told him to drop it.  But the ultimate example, the best, is the Father Himself.  After lovingly creating us in His image, we twisted the gift of free will into evil and hurt.  To save us from ourselves, God sent us His Son, knowing He would give everything right down to His Body and His Blood.  God didn't just watch His Son die...He watched Him suffer greatly.  He let his Child suffer and die for a people who didn't even love Him back.
 
Very few of us are called to be martyrs.  Even fewer, I would hope, are called to give their children away as such.  But that doesn't let any of us off the hook.  We are called to be just that obedient...if not unto death, then to the death of our own desires.  We are called to great sacrifice...if not our physical lives, then a daily sacrifice of our former lives.
 
God sacrificed everything for you...weak, sinful, prideful, somehow loveable person that you are.  What will you sacrifice today?

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Gotta get down on...Tuesday?

November is a good time to be grateful about stuff. Right now I'm grateful for my job and the weird way things work out. My brother is coming home from LA on Wednesday and I wanted to work as little as possible while he's in town, so I was able to give 2 of my shifts away this week (how many jobs let you do that?) So I was only supposed to work Monday night, but...had a classic clumsy Jamie moment the night before and blew my wrist out. It's not even a cool story, sad to say. I was wearing socks and slipped on the hardwood floor in my bedroom and tried to break my fall with my hand. Textbook FOOSH! (Fall Onto Outstretched Hand, #1 cause of wrist injuries). At least I'm typical. Woke up the next morning to some moderate swelling and pain and realized pretty quickly that I would be a terrible nurse in that state. Amazing and annoying how many everyday tasks require weight bearing and full range of motion in the wrist joint, and how many of those tasks are part of an RN's job description. Writing, repositioning patients, drawing up meds, really any kind of pressure to the hand was just not possible...so I had to call in, as lame as that is.

So now I have almost a full week to let my wrist recover, and it's already somewhat better. Unless I decide to use my PTO (probably won't), I'll have a pretty pathetic paycheck next time but that's not the end of the world. It's like I've been given the gift of time (Chandler: "That's funny because last year I was given the gift of space. We should get together and make a continuum,") because yesterday and today I should have been sleeping and working. After my pretty taxing day of movie-watching, napping, and RICE therapy I received a house call from my chiropractor boyfriend who was concerned about my injury. I told him I got it checked out already and it's just a sprain, but Dr. Sean had to see for himself. What a guy :) And since I'm so pathetic and helpless, he felt the need to cook me dinner and rub my feet! Yep, had to brag a little...I like this one :)

So, my thankful list: my flexible job, not having to set an alarm this morning, time to catch up on my life, my brother visiting (not to mention my whole awesome family who I can't wait to spend several days with), my healing wrist, my selfless boyfriend, my trainer who will figure out a way to kick my butt at the gym tomorrow without hurting my wrist, a new laptop battery that lasts as long as it's supposed to, my roommate and friends far and near, my best friend who is coming home 2 weeks from today, City on a Hill/Life Teen and all the opportunities they provide for enriching my faith, and these 2 gloomy days aside, this gorgeous fall we've been having.

Now I need to get out of bed and take advantage of this freebie day. I spent my morning ice-ing my wrist and watching Friends...so if I go for a run, take a shower, and clean my house, I'll be about 1000x more productive than I was yesterday. And...go!

(Oh and the title comes from a modified version of Rebecca Black's "Friday" that my friend Bob is working on. The jist is partying on a random weeknight which is kind of cooler than on a Friday but mostly an awkward inconvenience. It's gonna be huge, just wait).