Loved and Cared for Always

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My firstborn son is a teenager now, but I remember his birth like it was yesterday. I met him that day, and in a way, I met my true self. Being a father turned the volume down on every thing else.  

Before that, I was trying to “make a name” for myself, like those in Babel. I’d worked for the Catholic Church for years, but I thought the only way I would be remembered was through some degree of fame. In my case, perhaps through the kind of niche notoriety of a “Catholic celebrity.”  

It was about me, though. It wasn’t about God.  

I didn’t notice at first, but being a parent changed everything. I no longer cared to be well known. It was enough that my son would know me. And I wanted this precious creature I held in my arms to recognize me as a good father who loved and cared for him always. I wanted him to come to know God through my love. That was enough.  

Is that self-denial? In a sense, I suppose. Jesus tells us that, to follow him, we must deny ourselves, take up our cross, and follow him. But I think he means denying our false self. That version of me who wanted to be famous, that wasn’t really me.  

My true self recognizes who I am in relation to God. Losing my life means surrendering my ego, day after day. Rather than strive to make something of myself, I must allow God to make something of me. When I recognize who my Father truly is, then I see who I am called to be. 

© Liturgical Press.

J.D. Long-García

J. D. Long-García is senior editor at America magazine.

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