Summer Snippets: Developing an Attitude of Gratitude
Originally I was going
to call this final Summer Snippet “A Fond
Farewell to Friends,” for my last Mass here will be this Friday and Father
Chuck returns from his sabbatical next weekend. “Farewell” somehow did not feel
right since it implies a decided end. There was something too final about that.
What I did experience, as I put pen to paper, was a deep sense of gratitude
both to Father Chuck for inviting me to serve these three months and for your
wonderfully warm welcome. But the feelings of gratitude only begin there.
Celebrating Eucharist, Baptisms,
Reconciliation, Anointing, and daily Mass in the Stone Chapel gave me
individual and communal ways to greet, worship and heal as one among you.
Meetings with the Staff, Finance
Committee, Parish Corporators, and Pastoral Council gave me a bird’s eye view
of why this is such an effective parish.
Watching so many of you carry food on
Sunday mornings to the basement of the Stone Chapel, attending the installation
of officers for the Knights of Columbus, hosting Father Christophe from Haiti,
going to the JIF play, and visiting with Diane as she created the setting for
Summer Bible School gave me a first hand view of some of the many volunteers
and great ministries that are here in the parish. I regret that I wasn’t able
to accept the invitation to lunch with the senior group every Monday, since I
have spiritual direction sessions on Mondays and Tuesdays in Silver Spring.
Doughnut Sundays, monthly New
Parishioner Welcome Breakfasts, weekly Bingo, Luau, and the parish picnic this
weekend showed me how much you enjoy socializing with each other. However, what
I’ve enjoyed most perhaps is greeting you before and after Mass each weekend,
for it gave me time to meet one-on-one the hundreds who come to Sunday Mass and
as well as an appreciation of the diversity that there is among you, a
diversity in culture, background, age, physical abilities, and economic
standing. And to see that all are welcome, all belong, was such a gift for
which to be grateful.
Speaking of being grateful, each
evening before putting out the light I generally review the day’s activities
and try to name three things for which I am grateful that day. I make an effort
to search for little things. For example last evening’s were: I was grateful
for someone who rarely smiles and who greeted me with a warm one, or the fact
the rain held out in the early morning until after my jog, or that a
rescheduled appointment opened up an hour for me to do something else that
needed tending. After only a few months of this practice it began to bear
fruit. Two things became evident.
First, I began to surface smaller and
smaller things for which to be grateful, things I would have never considered
before – the shimmering of a tree’s leaves in the sunlight, a used Coke can
thrown on the rectory lawn by a passerby that became an occasion to be grateful
that I could even bend over to pick it up, or the sky-blue pink of the sky as
the sun set a few hours ago.
Second, I begin to notice little
blessings in the moment so I can note them and savor the experience right while
it is taking place. That is a much fuller and richer experience than simply
recalling it later that evening. I am always struck at how much time and effort
we put into taking pictures on a vacation and how we look at the picture after
the event is over rather than enjoying the event while it is taking place.
Being “in the moment” is a heck of a lot more exciting than being “in the
memory.” Recalling things that happened in the course of the day will help you
do that. So I spend a fair amount of time now trying to be mindful and alert,
noting what’s going on around me. I try to thank God for it on the spot and
then savor the present moment’s experience.
Speaking of savoring reminds me of how
I came to value the experience of savoring. Growing up, my family would have
been called “under-classed.” There was not a whole lot of money available to us
for extras and while we never went to bed hungry we ate lots of chicken and lots
of pasta. The only desert we had during the week was fruit and on Sunday it was
always cheesecake from “Custom Bakers” in Island Park, Long Island. My mother
always made sure that we ate the cheesecake slowly and not drink water with it
for that washed down the flavors that filled our mouths. We had to eat it s-l-o-w-l-y
very s-l-o-w-l-y, savoring each small forkful. So I learned early how to savor.
Each moment, if savored in this way, would have us see God at work in our lives
and we, experiencing gratitude for that working. While I am not yet able to do
it, I could see how eventually my whole day could become a blessing-in-the-moment.
As I take my leave to return to
leading contemplative retreats and parish missions full-time, I invite you to
join me in gratitude for our paths having crossed here at the altar of St.
Francis De Sales. I am so much the richer for your love and support and our
shared experiences. May God continue to hold you and your loved ones in the
palm of his hand.
With love and gratitude,
Father Nicholas
PS. Retreats, parish missions, weekly homilies and other
offerings I am involved in can be found on my FaceBook page “Father Nicholas
Amato.”