He was just another young guy, a somewhat typical
undergraduate whose major involvement was beer
and girls. He was tall, ruggedly handsome with an easy going
disposition. Life was enjoyable in the comfortable sub-urban areas, fairly easy
with lots of golf and handball but vaguely dissatisfying. Years later, he would ask himself how he ever
got from there to “here”, his present way of life. The answer to that query began with “dissatisfaction”, goaded perhaps by the Holy
Spirit. He began asking himself questions about meaning and purpose and “what
shall I do with my life?”
In typical Holy Spirit subtlety, the possibility of Catholic
priesthood was raised- in the back of his mind. Compounding the subtlety was
the unexpected attraction of joining a religious group called the Mill Hill
Fathers who worked sometimes, of all places, in Africa. And in one of the most
difficult climates in the world, the Camaroons, sometimes called the White
man’s graveyard. Where did all this come from? How did all this happen?
Ordained a priest he was appointed to a remote Camaroons area
populated with people whose way of life differed from his own like the stars
differ from the earth. There were witch doctors who threw bones on the ground
to “divine” the future. The speech belonged to no familiar language pattern he
knew. The food, clothing and climate were staggering in their assault on his
psyche, which was so Western, so Euro-American. Yet the adaptation to such
changes was the key to the “elusive”—human happiness.
While the “how did it
happen” dimension in anyone’s life is
difficult and complicated to unravel, one thing is clear. It is that
human happiness is somehow woven deep into satisfying relationships with
others. The “Interpersonal relationship” so often lampooned and cartooned is
the bottom line of human fulfillment. The Genesis line that it not good for man
to be alone implies more than romance or marriage. The human drive for
connection, the need to be understood, the need to articulate one’s own
mystery, the need to love and be loved, to be appreciated, the need to combat
the terrors of real loneliness all spring
from the profound human core designed by an Omniscient and Loving
Creator.
The present generation while probably no more bizarre and confused
than others, offers striking illustrative examples, striking because of the insatiable
exploitation by the modern media to make everything “public” . The glaring
examples are public iconic individuals who are rich, physically healthy,
universally sporting expensive white teeth, unrepressed by anything, mostly
from the entertainment and sports worlds.
The artificial smiles and the forced witty remarks are no cover for the
interiorly dismal lives they lead. They go to Rehab for problems with drugs,
alcohol, depression, sex and loneliness. The heavy stress to impress others how
they are ahead of the “curve” fools no one. They are called the “Beautiful
people” not the Happy People because there is clearly in them a driven frenetic
quality which chokes off any real chance for happiness. Might we call them
narcissistic?
Human beings of every
age have acted similarly with relatively the same outcome. It is an old truism in scientific research
that continuing in the same experiment the same way with repeated failure can
be defined as “Insanity.” To assess such
behavior one needs only to quote the old sage, Puck, who quipped: “What fools
we mortals be.” Some will spend their lives achieving goals which bring money or fame or applause
while neglecting the fonts of real joy which are right under their noses. In some cases families have been neglected, especially
the spousal covenant and the
contracepted baby and the aborted one, friendship,—all in the name of “career.”
And rationalized with articulate, persuasive, false words, but rationalization
nonetheless.
There are many reasons why humans “miss the mark” but the most obvious is money. Money, if used
wisely, can be most helpful for happy and respectable living but when it
becomes the god of life or falsely promises a fantasy Rose Garden in this “Vale
of Tears”, it destroys. I have a friendship spanning 40 years with
a fine, intelligent retired public servant who reached a very high level
of his profession at a terrible cost. Promotion to lucrative
higher levels became obsessive and primary. This was his perception of what it
means to be successful and therefore happy. His marriage became shattered. It
came finally to divorce pervaded by bitter anger from a wife who felt, rightly
or wrongly, that she was neglected in
favor of his advancement. His children became estranged, leaving his religion
for the secular gods who had seduced him.
And he tells me more than once that he is “ not happy.” Yet,
he has complete financial security, the satisfaction of a successful career, much
fascinating travel each year, several good cars, remarkably good health into his seventies, a series of older educated mature
women who find him attractive, a beautiful “paid for” home shared with a dog
which, he says, loves him with the implication that no one else does. Even with
the most intelligent among us, it has often been the sad story of our human
tribe that we sometimes miss the “forest for the trees.”
It is not money as such which is the problem. Or healthy ambition or love of traveI. It is the overwhelming desire for narcissistic fulfillment, the
dulling of one’s conscience , the obsessive desire for the power that money can
bring that kills chances for real happiness. While money “talks’ in many instances,
human history teaches that money, by
itself, cannot buy the fulfillment so dearly sought by all of us no matter
what form that need assumes. Clearly, the right use of money has brought peace
and security and food and education and care and health and comfort to
multitudes. There is, however, another
definite factor needed. This missionary priest, mentioned above, found it in
the most unlikely yet obvious place—obvious in hindsight. It was in the warm
interaction with human beings, even those who might have needed a bath or a
mouthwash. It was being with people who saw nothing strange in having bare, unwashed
feet and whose house floors were basically caked mud or even caked manure. And
somehow enjoying just being with them.
The young priest would often visit those primitive structures
which passed for homes where his people lived. We would call it living in extreme
poverty. He would spend unhurried hours
with them, listening, laughing, praying, teaching, being “there.” And his respect for them was returned to him
as gratitude and love. They had no money to give. They had no power to bestow.
They had no vehicle to fame to give him. They simply offered the opportunity to
experience deep happiness. Viktor Frankl teaches that those who seek happiness
directly will never find it. This is true because happiness is a byproduct
of something else. When Father would sit
with the Chief of the village, the Fon,
as all chiefs were called, he, the Fon, would whip out a jug of palm wine,
place it between them and pour liberally as the conversation went on. This was supreme
respect. A sign of recognition of the value of his visitor. It symbolically
spoke of warmth and friendship and interest. It is basically what all human beings want and
need; the ability and the opportunity to give love and to accept it.
This is no more than basic human nature, the aspect of human
experience which is so possible for all who can openly look and who are not frozen
emotionally in some unhealthy or immature bias. Human connection is vital.
Without it a person gets shriveled and disoriented. While human experience and
psychological research can attest to such a point, believers have an even more
potent reason why this is so. The Supreme Being, the Creator, the Lord, God has
made human relationships central and primary in pleasing Him. If things are
poor relationally, life will most probably have huge unconscious deficits
in the search for Happiness because of
bitterness and resentment…regardless of secular achievements.
Maybe it has something to do with seeing Jesus in every one
we meet. Maybe it relates somehow to
the noted observation of St. Augustine of Hippo that “our hearts are restless ‘till they rest in Thee “ since God has made us or Himself!
the noted observation of St. Augustine of Hippo that “our hearts are restless ‘till they rest in Thee “ since God has made us or Himself!
We are instructed that should we offer some “gift” in His
honor while living a negative relationship we should delay our giving and go
first to heal relationally . Then do we
have credence before Him for which we are rewarded with increased self-esteem
and deep peace.
Getting side tracked in life is nothing new. We all know that road, living as we do in a three
ringed circus world where it is easy to be seduced by baubles that don’t last. The grass really isn’t all that much
greener on the other side of the fence. It can be quite green on my own side---
and it is right under my nose!