Our next book discussion will be on Becoming a Healing Presence by Albert S. Rossi, PhD. The discussion will follow the 6:00 P.M. Service of the Paraklesis on August 2, 2017 in the Church courtyard.
To get a good sense of what this book is about, we have posted here the powerful foreword by the late Protopresbyter Thomas Hopko. Fr. Hopko was the Dean Emeritus of St. Vladimir's Seminary:
Al Rossi and I can’t recall exactly how I became
his and his wife Gay’s spiritual father and confessor. It happened when Gay was
diagnosed with breast cancer that soon metastasized into bone cancer. Their
spiritual father, who was also one of their closest personal friends, thought
it would be best for me to take over his pastoral service at this crucial time.
But how it actually worked itself out still remains a bit of a mystery to both
of us.
I
had seen the Rossi family many times at liturgical services and other events at
St. Vladimir’s Seminary (their home was a five-minute walk from the school),
but my wife and I had not come to know them more than casually. I was serving a
church in New York City around that time, and was also often away from the school,
especially on weekends, attending to other duties.
It
also happened about this same time that I was in charge of a retreat for young
people at the seminary. Al had been invited to lead several sessions. At one of
them he had the participants answer some questions and do certain exercises
about their extended families, their childhood, their upbringing, their
experience in the Church, their favorite films, books, music, etc. They did
this in writing, just for themselves, to serve as a springboard to their
discussions. They were not obliged to share with Al what they had written.
Being
at the retreat, I decided to do what Al asked the participants to do. When I
thanked Al at the end of the day for his good work, which I saw had a powerful
impact on the young people, I handed him what I had written. “Have a look at
this,” I asked him, “and, if you wish, tell me what you think of it.”
A
few days later, I met Al on the seminary campus. He told me that he’d read what
I wrote and thought it would be helpful for us to talk about it, adding with a
tantalizing smile, “but this time on my turf.” I eagerly agreed and began
visiting Al at his office once a week. Our regularly scheduled meetings went on
for more than a year. Since then we have continued to meet, speak, work, and
pray together in countless ways. We were each in dire need of what the other
had to offer, and still are. And so was Gay. But little did we know at the time
how much the two of us needed her, and still do, in our spiritual lives.
The
compelling tasks facing us from the beginning of our work together were Al and
Gay’s marriage and Gay’s struggle with excruciatingly painful bone cancer.
Their family life was in dreadful condition. Gay was indescribably angry and
unhappy, and so, in turn, was Al. Their kids were caught in the middle of it.
Their history, individually and together, was the most complicated and painful
story I ever encountered. It was also, for me at that time, the most
incredible. I had virtually no understanding of almost anything that either of
them had been through from their childhood and youth and life together, both
before and after they found themselves a married couple with two beautiful
children in the Orthodox Church—which situation, despite its many graces and
joys, was itself hardly an easy, smooth, or painless experience.
The
one thing that bound Al and me together in the most intimate spiritual
communion was our devotion to God’s Gospel in Jesus Christ as witnessed in the
Church’s Scriptures and offered by God’s grace to our living experience
(fragile, flawed, and sinful though we be) by Christ and the Holy Spirit in the
liturgical worship, sacramental life, doctrinal teachings, and spiritual
counsels of the saints of the Orthodox Church.
Gay
Rossi’s agonizing journey, and ours with her, by which we were purified and
illumined by God’s grace, was in every way a perfect example of the truth of
the psalmist’s exclamations: “Before I was afflicted I went astray; but now I
keep Thy Word. . . . It is good for me that I was afflicted, that I might learn
Thy statutes. . . . If Thy law had not been my delight, I should have perished
in my afflictions. I will never forget Thy precepts, for by them Thou hast
given me life. I am Thine, save me!” (Psalm 119:67, 72, 92–94).
This
book, Becoming a
Healing Presence, tells a vivid story of going into one’s heart to
find Christ, and then going out from one’s heart to allow Christ to heal others
through us. I am grateful to have been part of the healing of Gay Rossi and the
subsequent impact her healing had on Al and the writing of this little book. I
would say that every word in the book you, the reader, are holding in your
hands could have an impact on you to become more of a healing presence. If you
read the book, you will come to see it for yourself—if you have eyes to see,
ears to hear, a mind willing to understand, and a heart ready to obey.
As
Gay was progressively being cleansed, illumined, and saved by God’s grace
through what she was suffering in flesh and spirit, she began to say, “I’m determined
to die healthy.” Because she achieved her goal by the Lord’s power, she and Al
became the healing presence they now are for those desiring to be healed who
are ready to count the cost and pay the price for this precious gift of God in
His Son Jesus and the Holy Spirit in the Church.
In
our last conversation before she died, I asked Gay the most important
questions. “Gay,” I asked, “What do you now say about God?”
She
replied simply, “I worship God.”
And
I went on, “And why do you do so?”
She
responded, again so simply, “Because I have come to know love.”
I
then said to her, “And what about Al?”
Her
answer was firm and clear: “I see Al veiled in light.”
I
was present when Gay fell asleep in the Lord. She was breathing laboriously, as
dying people do. We were reading psalms. Or simply standing in silence.
Sometimes someone said a few words. Then, without warning, I suddenly began to
cry. This was not at all like me, as those who knew me then would surely
testify. Shortly after I stopped weeping, which took some time, Gay breathed
her last and gave her life to God.
Later
Al said to me in regard to this unexpected incident at her deathbed, “You know,
Father Tom, I just bet that Gay decided not to die until you wept.”
I
responded, “You know, Al, it would be just like her to do so.”
I
drove home from the hospital after Gay’s death listening to Nana Mouskouri
singing that it is only love that changes everything. How true this is! Yet we
must all come to know by experience what, or more precisely, who, this
Love is. Al and his Gay help us here to do so. How grateful we should be to
them, and to our Lord, for the invaluable gift of this little book.
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