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“A father’s communication with his many children… that is one of the most agreeable occupations of my life” 1857
Wow talk about not mincing words! And yet I also remind myself that Eugene was a man of his times even when he seemed to be far ahead of those times. I had to look up the definition of the term reprobate because of the way in which Eugene used it: the definition spoke of one who is morally corrupt and depraved, worthless and a person rejected by God. Harsh language which today would be deemed as totally unacceptable.
Being privy to Eugene’s words to Honorat is at best uncomfortable and yet even with the language used I do not doubt that Eugene continued to love Fr. Baudrand.
The word fear comes to mind, and I am instantly reminded of the trucker’s protesting here in Ottawa and who now hold a part of our city hostage. Their anger and frustration has boiled over into senseless and violent rage. It is fear that seems to feed my own anger – at them and even myself for wanting them to be gone no matter the cost. I am not so different from them or from Eugene this morning. I think of how some people in different places around the world experience this daily in their lives. And again like a small child I want to run to arms that will hold me and reassure me that everything will be okay.
I think that this is also what it looks like to stand at the foot of the cross. Not a nice pious and comfortable place to be, but rather a place where I am called to stand and love without giving into the fear, the anger that rises from within myself.