I want to be like Teresa.
Who is Teresa? Teresa
is one of seven characters in “The Jeweler’s Shop: A Meditation on the Sacrament of Matrimony,
Passing on Occasion into a Drama,” a play written by St. John Paul the Great
when he was still known as Karol Wojtyla, Auxiliary Bishop of Krakow. Teresa starts off the play in Act 1 with the
announcement that she just got engaged to Andrew on the right side of the market square, and by the end of the act,
she and Andrew see how their marriage will reflect Heaven’s Love within the
world.
Most importantly, Teresa is the character I was lucky enough to be
when we performed this play in Poland during World Youth Day.
Backing it up… World
Youth Day. I still can’t believe it
happened! In the two weeks that I’ve
been back in Richmond, tons of people have asked me “how was it?” and “what was
your favorite part?” Honestly, I don’t
even know where to begin! Do I share
goofy stories of bus ride games and delicious (and cheap!) pierogi meals? Should I tell them about the cramped tram
rides and the long walks home to our hotel?
Should I start with the fact that there is a Catholic Church on every
block of central Krakow and that we got to visit the relics of three saints within
a mile of each other? Do I tell them
about the spiritual high of celebrating a Mass with 2 million people, waving
their flags in a way that I imagine is similar to John’s Revelation when all of
the nations are gathered at the Wedding Feast of the Lamb? Do I tell them how the things I thought I’d
pray about ended up being put to the side for other things that God wanted to
work on in my heart?
When Christine asked me to consider being in the play, I was
really hesitant… but she’s persistent and enthusiastic and basically impossible
to say no to (and thank the Lord for that!).
I said yes and put on a brave face, but I had a ton of reservations
about it – I almost backed out a couple of times before we started
practicing. When I started reading through
the script, I still wasn’t convinced I could do a good job. I’m a youth minister and musician, so you’d
think that I’m used to having all eyes on me and having people rely on me… but acting is something very different, and
it stretched me far outside of my comfort zone.
Plus, it was hard for me to connect to my character of Teresa. She’s so deeply in love with her new fiancé
Andrew, she quickly gets caught up in sentiment and reminiscences, and she
makes jokes about things like high heeled shoes! None of these were things I could relate to,
and I quickly found myself wishing I either had similar experiences in the past
to pull from or that my introverted self would ease up so that I could let
myself go and have fun with it. Acting
was a struggle, and I wasn’t sure what to make of the fact that we had* to
perform twice during the trip that I had originally signed up for with the
intention of NOT having any commitments to worry about during it.
*Christine would often
say “we get to perform twice!” with excitement; I would often repeat it in my
head as “twice… yikes.”
Once we got to Poland and our World Youth Day adventures
started, it was easier to let myself experience the pilgrimage and not be
consumed with concern for the play.
Plus, there were a ton of quick opportunities to pray throughout the
days – every time we stepped into a church (which was quite often!), I could
let the world fall away for a few minutes, breathe, and refocus myself on
Christ. But when we’d talk about
practicing late at night or look at our Thursday and Friday schedules, my
nerves would kick in again.
Finally, the performance days were upon us. We got to do a final run-through on Thursday
morning, and Act 1 (where Teresa and Andrew are engaged) went smoother than I
expected. And once we got all the way
through Act 3 (where Christopher, their son, is getting married to Monica), I
was feeling better about the whole thing.
At least I had a general sense of where to stand! Thursday night’s performance came, and at the
end of it, I was relieved and happy… but honestly, I walked away from that
performance knowing I could do better.
So when we got to Friday, my prayer throughout our morning World Youth
Day catechesis sessions was that God would give me the grace and courage to be
His instrument so that I could convey His Love through the performance. I needed His help to allow myself to become
one with my character Teresa rather than focusing on the ways that I am
different from her and getting frustrated with those differences. And that Friday performance was awesome! I know for a fact that Adam (who played
Andrew, my fiancé/husband) and I both had a lot of fun on the stage that night,
and I wasn’t worried anymore about exactly where to stand or how to deliver my
lines – I simply lived it, and it was glorious.
I was Teresa!
After the Friday performance, we went to the Stations of the
Cross event with Pope Francis and 800,000 fellow pilgrims. I tried to connect to the reflections that
were shared, but I was distracted by other thoughts. I mean, why was it so hard for me to let
myself go during the play and have fun with it?
As I prayed, my thoughts led me back to feelings I experienced a couple
of months back while talking about an upcoming wedding within my family. Now, it’s well-known in my family that I
don’t really date, and I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’m not against dating by any means, it just
hasn’t been the right situation for me yet.
As my family talked about this particular wedding, the question of plus
ones was brought up, as a number of the siblings and friends coming to the
wedding are not yet married, including me.
Since the wedding was still 6 months out at the time, I light-heartedly asked
“well, what if I’m dating someone when the wedding comes around,” which quickly
received the response of “you’ve never dated, and you’re probably going to be a
nun anyway and never have a significant other, so why would we give you a plus
one to our wedding and waste money on an extra seat that won’t get used.”
Yeah… Talk about a
crushing blow. I shrugged it off at the
time, but it is something that has really been coming back to haunt me. Don’t get me wrong, religious sisterhood is
beautiful! And if God calls me to that
vocation, I will receive it with my arms and heart wide open. (Honestly, sometimes I wish and pray for that
vocation, nuns are such an amazing gift to the Church and to the world!) However, I am very sure that God is calling
me to discern and pursue the vocation of being a wife and mother. I love that this is my call! After a solid year of discernment, I feel
very blessed to know this in my heart and be comfortable with it. BUT that doesn’t make the idea of marriage
very easy for me… Part of that has to do
with my history of a mental illness tearing my family apart, and it scares me
to think that either my future husband or I could repeat that situation. But even more than that, I sometimes deal
with my own spiritual battles. Just like
many other women, I struggle with the way I look, overanalyzing relationships,
and feeling stuck in the present rather than hopeful for the future. At times, it’s hard to believe that there’s
some man out there who will ever desire my wellbeing enough to give their life
for the sake of mine. I know that’s
really harsh, but I struggle with that lie.
And the conversation about the wedding a few months ago made this wound
even bigger – but I chose to ignore the pain.
So, coming into World Youth Day, I thought I knew what
prayer intentions would be on my heart – for my family, for my mission partners’
intentions, and for my career path.
Halfway through the pilgrimage, after “The Jeweler’s Shop” performances,
it was painfully clear that God had other ideas for where He was going to be
working on my heart. And just as I was
starting to wrestle with the fact that God wanted to heal me in a way I hadn’t
even acknowledged needed healing… I
fell. Literally. I was walking back from the Stations of the
Cross and had just forced my way through the huge crowds, and as I sped up to
walk the last 3 blocks to our hotel, I got pushed as someone passed behind me,
lost my balance, and face-planted on the cobblestone sidewalk.
At first, it seemed like I was fine and I made it back to
the hotel – where it soon became clear that the area under my right toe was
swollen. Falling and hurting my foot changed
everything. All of a sudden, I went from
being independent and doing my own thing to having to continually ask people
for help. We went out for celebratory
drinks with the cast and documentary team, but Adam had to help me home, Ria
had to give me an ice pack, and Richard had to seriously support me as I made
my way to my hotel room for the night.
And then there was all of the walking to look forward to the next day as
we hiked 9 miles out to Campus Misericordiae for the big World Youth Day vigil,
and the needing help to stand, and then the walking again… Since grad school, I’ve really come to keep
my guard up with most people and be self-sufficient. I don’t want to rely on other people or
expect anything extra from them, because that requires having faith that
they’ll be okay with you being so attached to them – and that kind of trust is
scary. But being independent is not
really what our faith is about at all, is it?
Or what it means to be human? You
have to be able to trust without being able to see every detail of the
future. You most definitely can’t
reflect, as Teresa puts it, the absolute
Existence and Love by yourself.
We left the closing Mass of World Youth Day in the blazing
heat, part of a sea of 2 million people all walking in the same direction, with
me clinging to Adam’s arm for miles. All
I could do was keep walking – I couldn’t look up to see where I was going for
fear that I would step on something that would make me stumble again. I had to rely on Adam, who was looking ahead at the road before us,
keeping us on track as we journeyed from Campus Misericordiae (a glimpse of
Heaven) back into the world.
What struck me most was that Adam didn’t complain about me
needing his help, as much as I apologized for making the experience more difficult
for him. And at that moment, it was in
my miserable broken body that I realized how broken I was in my heart. When we started our World Youth Day
experience, I kept trying to figure out why I was there, what God wanted from
me during this pilgrimage… and in this moment, I realized that all He wanted
was me. The real me. The me who was buried under fears and
excuses. The me who has hope of being
like Teresa. The me who trusts other
people, who wants to say “Jesus, I trust in You” and mean it about EVERYTHING,
including my future. You know, God could
very well put a person in my life like Andrew who puts aside his own plans,
feels me as a persistence inside his soul,
and throws me a bridge. Heck, on this trip, he gave me wonderful men
like Adam (and Richard, and Dillon, and a number of others) to literally lean
on when I couldn’t support myself. If I
can have a friend who’s willing to do that for me, why can’t I believe that my
future husband is really out there and will really do that and more for
me? Why don’t I trust God as much as I
trusted Adam in that situation?
No comments:
Post a Comment