The visitation
The visitation

It seems to me this time of “waiting” has it’s own agenda that I really cannot control very well. As much as I try and order my life, things fall apart. Plans are changed. Old directions give way to new directions and most of those directions are unplanned and unprepared for. For the past year and almost a half I have been wanting to travel to another country and teach ESL. I got my CELTA, I have a sterling resume and tons of experience. The only thing I am missing is youth. When I send out my resume with my bouncy cover letter, photo copies of my EU passport and certificates, I also send my picture, a picture  of me now. I have a sneaking suspicion that the picture is the deal breaker. It is the same picture I use for my profile picture on FaceBook. I thought I should be honest with any potential employer. Right now, I really cannot complain, I have a nifty part-time job at a language school just down the street. I enjoy what I am doing, so why not be satisfied with where I am? I guess I am looking for a last adventure in a place that is not familiar nor safe with routine, a place with no 7-11. I keep sending out those resumes but maybe I should not wait so much for responses in my email in-box. Perhaps I should focus on what I have in hand now, rather than just what I want, although that profile picture is quite fetching I just cannot imagine some employer in Spain or Poland or Turkey not saying to themselves, “Now that’s the kind of face that will make our school, terrific! Let’s contact him.”

Fun fact for today– On this date in 1891, Charles Randolph Uncles became the first black man to be ordained a Catholic priest in the United States. He came from Baltimore, the son of a railroad mechanic and a dressmaker. As a kid he wanted to become a priest. Instead he became a teacher in the Baltimore public schools. He left teaching to get an advanced degree in Canada and when a seminary was established in Baltimore in 1888 he became one of the seminary’s first candidates. His ordination in December of 1891 made the national news in clouding the New York Times. He later founded with five of his friends the Society of St. Joseph of the Sacred Heart (the Josephites) in 1893. He died in July 1933 and is buried in Newburg, New York. So now you know…

The reading for today comes from Luke (Lk 1:5-25)

Then Zechariah said to the angel,
“How shall I know this?
For I am an old man, and my wife is advanced in years.”
And the angel said to him in reply,
“I am Gabriel, who stand before God.
I was sent to speak to you and to announce to you this good news.
But now you will be speechless and unable to talk
until the day these things take place,
because you did not believe my words,
which will be fulfilled at their proper time.”

What a cool thing for a childless couple to experience! Like in the Book of Judges (the other reading) an extraordinary thing is to take place. These women (Elizabeth in Luke’s Gospel and Manoah’s wife in Judges) are going to experience the joys of parenthood in their old age. Things that are impossible turn out to be possible, just like that. Elizabeth gave birth to John and Manoah’s wife gave birth to Samson, you know, the guy with the hair. I learned long ago when we desperately want something and spend all our waking ours trying to make it work, it usually doesn’t. When we let go and let God, things happen. I can imagine both those women trying to have a family only to come up empty and moving on with their lives in quiet desperation but not all consuming desperation. Then, bingo!, something good happens. I’ve personally seen this happen many times so I know it is no fluke. Good things do happen. So I say to Fox News, “but now you will be speechless and unable to talk until the day these things take place…” I don’t know if they listen, but I can always hope.

and so it goes…