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Hear we find Eugene asking Fr. Telmon, why he had not written to him or his Superior and being truthful about what was happening to him. Whether it was out of fear or his own woundedness this has rippled through his community and slowly made it way back to Eugene de Mazenod. And I wonder what effect this was having on Fr. Augustin Gaudet.
I am reminded of the letter that Blessed Joseph Gerard wrote to Eugene filled with the truth and disappointment he was experiencing in South Africa and of the love and support he received from Eugene’s letter to him.
I know how quickly and I can act out of fear and my own woundedness and how this can allow me to start out on a path that can lead me to darkness and death.
Communication takes love, daring and trust. It takes courage to share our disappointments and woundedness with others. St. Eugene knew how they were suffering because of his own times of fear and of not being heard when he was silenced by Rome during his “Icosia Affair”: this affected the whole family, the entire community at that time.
I think again of the Oblate Tapestry that I often picture of my mind and how some of the threads and wools become weak. A patch will not work, but only with the whole community drawing that thread to be strengthened and renewed so as to again be integral with the other threads so as not to be the agent of unravelling.
The beauty and love portrayed in that weaving will again stand in the light of the Cross and the light of the Charism shared and passed on by St. Eugene and his sons and daughters.
It takes all of us to remain strong, whole and alive. It’s perfection is in our walking together as a congregation, as a family. This too is how we nourish not just ourselves, but each other.