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The Joy of Proficiency

The Joy of Proficiency

Dec 30, 2024  |  436 words  |  General Interest 

There is nothing better in this world than encountering someone who has embraced their role in life, is at peace with who they are, and is good at what they do.

Examples abound.  Like the young high school student who sometimes works behind the pharmacy counter at the local drugstore where we get our prescriptions filled.  He is so calm and assured and even-keeled, with both the pharmacists he assists and the customers he waits on.  He is far too young to know what his role will eventually become, but you wish the best for him and are sure he will excel at whatever he chooses to do in life.

Or the unassuming counter guy at the local deli where I sometimes treat myself to lunch during the work week.  Mid-forties, wearing a well-worn t-shirt and a turned-around-backwards baseball cap.  Was maybe a schoolyard basketball player in his younger days.  Pretty much indistinguishable from a million other friends you yourself went to school with from the old neighborhood, once upon a time.  And maybe someone who would be judged at first glance as not having gotten very far in life.

But our smooth operator has this small establishment running like a top.  Everything about how he takes your order is what you would expect, sort of standard-issue efficient.  The surprise comes when your food is ready to be picked up.  He ends the transaction with a gentle flourish that is almost courtly.  It feels like you are receiving a benediction in the most unexpected circumstance, in the unlikeliest of places.

Then there is the 65-year-old priest who is the current paster at the Catholic parish where we attend Mass on the weekends, most of the time.  Instead of being a little tired of the grind and starting to look around for a soft landing, this cleric is positively on fire with a love for the Gospel, and his enthusiasm in this department is contagious.  

There is no question the sex abuse crisis has cast a pall over the Catholic priesthood in recent decades, making it almost synonymous with pedophilia for some.  While I am mindful of that tragic reality, and the devasting effect it has had on many lives, I have only good things to report when it comes to those priests who have impacted my life over the years, or even crossed my path in the most tangential way.  I have benefited from the vocation of many dedicated men of faith who each reflected the love of Christ in their own unique way.  And nobody in my experience did/does it better than our current pastor.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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Feeling an Idea

Feeling an Idea

Nov 11, 2024  |  297 words  |  General Interest  

Last night my dream had an unusual quality that will be difficult to describe.  Whenever anyone said or did something in this dream it would register with me in the usual way, but then it would reverberate, for lack of a better way of saying it.  I literally felt the ramification of the behavior or the comment just made.  The sensation was that of fully understanding the other person:  what they really meant, and why they did or said what they did.  I had a deep visceral sense of understanding the full context of everything around me.

I cannot stress enough that this was a visceral experience.  It unfolded rather slowly.  I was conscious of what was happening and remember wanting to continue, anticipating the next exchange or encounter.  I felt no ill will, felt no frustration with anyone or anything.  There was a sense of perfect resolution at every turn.  The empathy with my surroundings was overwhelming.  I remember thinking this might be a form of epiphany or enlightenment.  Or maybe what might be described as a visitation, or perhaps even an hallucination.  

Along those lines I remember thinking during the dream if this affect is a by-product of psychotropic drugs, I see the appeal.  Whatever subject my mind turned to, apart from any sort of encounter with another person, I remember feeling a rush of insight.  I remember not wanting to wake up, wanting to keep dreaming, to keep feeling ideas in this special, sort of 3-D way.

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This description is not doing my dream justice.  I am having trouble capturing the experience in words.  In the end it is not naming the thing that matters, only being able to feel ideas in this unique way.  Even if I was asleep when it happened.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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