MY FAITH CONTEXT
My dad passed away almost five years ago.
At that time, I was not a practicing Catholic. In fact, the entire concept of religion was foreign to me.
Like many people in my generation, I was raised notionally Catholic.
I was baptized, received my sacraments, attended CCD, and went to Mass on Sundays.
It would be unfair to say I learned nothing, but it is fair to say that I never truly understood what Christianity was claiming.
I don’t even ever remember hearing that Jesus was God.
I do recall Dad saying: the least we can do is give one hour to God each week.
My dad was right, but God and the Church just never made sense to me.
In school, I excelled at science and engineering. I was taught that when hypotheses or ideas or proposals don’t make any sense then they’re discarded or ignored.
For me, Christianity required me to accept too much by faith.
That was too much for me. Religion became irrational & irrelevant; it simply didn’t justify my attention.
SECULAR FATHERHOOD & FALSE IDOLS
All of that is the backdrop for how I understood fatherhood for most of my life.
My understanding of what it meant to be a father was entirely shaped by the modern secular culture around me.
A dad gets a job, earns money, maintains the house, cuts the grass, and helps coach the kids’ sports teams.
I don’t blame my dad for this at all.
It was the post-WW2 / post-Christiandom culture he was formed in.
He worked hard. He provided.
He wasn’t greedy, rather he was diligent and responsible when it came to things like retirement accounts, college savings or mapping out our family vacations.
Those were the priorities the world taught him to focus on.
The only serious things we ever talked about were always about my career and financial planning.
Church was certainly part of his life, but the idea that Jesus Christ should be the supreme love around which everything else revolved would have seemed foreign to him.
Church to him was a one-hour-a-week thing.
He loved my brother, my mother, and me very much.
He encouraged us, sacrificed for us, and wanted what he believed was best for us.
His understanding of the good life was simply shaped by a more modern, secular vision of human flourishing.
My dad was originally from Buffalo, and his greatest love outside of our family was the Buffalo Bills.
Since I only wanted to love what my dad loved, despite growing up in Philadelphia, I became a Bills fan too.
If you know anything about the Buffalo Bills fanbase, you know it is a rabid, zealous, deeply committed community.
I realize now that my dad and I worshipped a false idol in the Buffalo Bills.
All my meaning, purpose, and identity in life was about my career and my football team.
Being a Bills fan comes with a certain kind of unexplainable, mysterious suffering.
The “Wide right” Superbowl loss to the Giants in 1990 is of course the most famous tragedy.
Then there was the Music City Miracle in 1999 when they lost a playoff game to the Titans on a fluke trick play that ended the game (we all know that was an illegal forward lateral!)
We sports fans use words like “suffering” and “miracle” in strange ways, don’t we?
The suffering you feel when your sports team loses is trivial compared to the real suffering of those with actual physical and mental health afflictions.
But when you’re worshipping a false idol, logic and reason don’t prevail.
GRACE THROUGH SUFFERING
And so after my dad died, my love for the Bills just wasn’t quite the same.
With him gone, I wasn’t getting phone calls from him before the game, at half time, after the game.
From here it’s hard to explain what happened.
In hindsight all I can say is that God’s grace started trickling into my heart.
I want to briefly pause and again acknowledge the sheer absurdity of what I’m suggesting here.
The world is littered with grave injustices: genocide, war, abortion, human-trafficking, children living in poverty, etc.
In a post-WW2 / post-Christendom generation, so many of us exist in such a secluded comfortable middle class, such that the greatest Cross that we could experience came from our favorite football team losing in heart-breaking ways?!
It’s so ridiculous that I almost considered re-working my whole talk to take the Bills out of it.
But then in prayer I felt like God the Father said to me something like, “Ryan, the Bills were the conduit of your dad’s massive love for you. He was an imperfect teacher of the Faith, but he and your mom gave you the sacraments and they reflected more of my love to you than you ever appreciated.”
I know this is a Father’s Day talk, but I need to mention that my mom is suffering tremendously right now through the advanced stages of Parkinson’s disease.
She has had to grieve the loss of her husband while dealing with a degenerative neurological condition. This is real tragic heart-breaking suffering.
I have come to believe that somehow God allowed my mom to offer her suffering in union with Christ’s Passion for her loved ones. All while my dad was silently loving us like St. Joseph, very much present in our hearts the whole time.
SPIRITUAL CONVICTIONS & REALIZATIONS
So maybe through my mom’s suffering, and maybe mysteriously with the help of prayers of those across heaven & earth, God’s grace stirred my restless heart and brought me back to Him.
The whole process led me to discover and know the following 2 things that the Church teaches are very real and true:
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ONE: Evil is real. Demons or fallen angels are real beings. Satan rules this fallen world and modern secular culture.
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TWO: God is real. Jesus Christ is God the Word, the Logos, the Son of God, the second person of the Holy Trinity.
And with the mind of my heart illuminated, I now understand that God’s words in the Bible are all true.
So it’s clear what St. Paul means when he wrote in his letter to the Colossians, talking about Jesus on the Cross:
"He disarmed the principalities and the powers, and put them to open shame by triumphing over them.”
Just for clarity by “principalities and the powers” he’s referring to death / sin/ hell/ satan / evil.
Meaning as horrific this fallen world is, the love of God and the light of Christ is infinitely greater and more powerful.
So once I understood both the depth of just how unimaginably bad humanity’s fallen situation is, and then how supremely eternally good what Christ accomplished through the Cross was, the Gospel finally made sense as the greatest news the world has ever received!
I now have such a thirst to learn more about the mysteries of our faith and Church teachings that I had no interest in understanding as a young man.
I’ve learned how the Catholic faith isn’t just a collection of rules and traditions. It’s a coherent description of reality itself. And it’s not just an idea or one philosophy. God’s reality invites us into active cooperation within the Trinity and with one another, and most importantly with a living relationship with Jesus Christ that transforms every aspect of daily life.
And now that I feel alive in the truth of the Gospel, it completely changed the way I think about fatherhood.
All the confusion and uncertainty I had about ultimate purpose and meaning in life has clear answers now.
As Christians we understand that God has a purpose for every human life, we each have our unique calling or vocation.
The goal is not about high paying career, comfort, wealth, or status.
The goal is sainthood: becoming the person God created you to be.
And there’s a path through almost any career that can lead you to holiness if you remember to listen to God in prayer to learn how to align your gifts with God to help advance the common good.
And regardless of your professional calling in life, if you’re a dad, then fatherhood comes with certain vocational responsibilities that are primary before anything else:
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Number ONE, daily prayer is essential. Everyone needs to build a personal relationship with Jesus Christ through prayer. I need to continue to encourage Kimberly, Kerrigan and Shane to do the same and I need to pray for them. And remind them to pray for others. I can attest that God hears and answers prayers. Ask, seek, knock is very real!
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TWO: Kimberly and I bear the primary responsibility of forming the faith of our children. While the parish has a great Catholic school and Faith Formation team, as parents we need to take an active role to take ownership here. Several studies have consistently shown that if a father actively practices his faith, then it has an enormous influence on whether his children will practice their faith as adults. This supports the notion that the kids will love and worship what dad loves and worships.
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THREE: Regular weekly Mass participation is the foundation of our existence here on earth. If practicing our faith boils down to loving God and loving neighbor, then doing this is impossible if we’re not showing up to properly worship God, alongside our neighbors. We need to nourish ourselves weekly spiritually through God’s greatest gift in the Eucharist.
Practicing our faith is NOT easy.
My kids know their dad is far from sainthood.
We’re all sinners and make mistakes but thankfully Jesus is merciful and gave us the Sacrament of Reconciliation.
I pray that the graces Kim and I receive there helps us to become the kind of parents where Kerri and Shane never have to wonder whether they can come to us with their mistakes, fears, or struggles.
I want you guys to know that no matter what happens we are committed to loving you guys unconditionally.
In the end, worldly things can never fully satisfy us.
Sports teams lose. Careers end. Health fails.
Even the people we love eventually leave this world.
But we can live confidently as Catholics suffering joyfully in a fallen world on pilgrimage to heaven, because we already know that Christ won the victory that matters most.
He already defeated the evil one and we need to constantly remind ourselves that it all ends well when we trust in Jesus.
So in closing, maybe God really was working through my dad afterall with a long term plan to use the Buffalo Bills as an imperfect instrument of the father’s love. Maybe next year is the year, Dad.