One of my favorite authors, the late monk, Thomas Merton,
had a great answer to the person who asked him what he wanted to be? Merton responded, “I want to be a
saint.” The first time I read that line,
I sat back with the exclamation, “Whoa!”
That is an audacious aspiration.
I can’t imagine telling someone I want to be a saint. Perhaps, the real reason I would never tell
someone that I want to be a saint is the fact that I really don’t want to be a
saint!
It is probably true that Merton and I don’t really mean the
same thing when we say, “saint.” Since I
did not grow up Roman Catholic, I never had anything to do with saints. Occasionally, the authors of the New
Testament were called saints. Reference
would be made to St. John or St. Paul.
Since these guys wrote what we now call “Scripture,” there was no way I
would have aspirations equal to them.
I think the only other saint I would have recognized was St
Valentine. He was a great saint, as far
as I was concerned. Of course, I knew
nothing about St. Valentine, except somehow he was associated with love. As an elementary school lad, St. Valentine’s
Day was a day when there was a party.
Every student brought little cards for everyone else in the
classroom. There was candy and other
things to make it a very special day.
That much I knew.
That prompted my thinking.
I might not want to be a saint, but I certainly would want to be
special. I presume most people would
like to be special. Being special is not
a given; you surely have to work to become special. In my early thinking I am sure I would have
thought that being special was some kind of an achievement or accomplishment.
This is true, especially in a culture like ours, which in
many ways is quite competitive. Sports
teams and spelling bees are all competing to be Number 1. Many people think human beings are wired to
compete. Even Darwin suggested that losers
don’t have much of a future! Being
special is certainly preferable to being second-rate.
However, that either/or (special or second-rate) may not be
the only way to understand how we become special. When I ponder what makes something or someone
special, two or three things come to mind.
Something special is a particular
thing or person, as opposed to things in general or a crowd. I am special because no one can be me. They can imitate me, but no one can be me.
Another characteristic that makes a person or a thing
special is a quality. For example, we might point to a particular
person and say, “She is special because she always has a smile.” I become reflective when I ponder whether I
have any qualities that make me special?
I may not have aspirations to be a saint. But can I aspire to be special? I would very much like to be special in good
ways. How do I proceed? With these three characteristics, I have a
kind of roadmap. The first concerns
being or doing something particular.
This does not have to be heroic.
If you are a parent, you are a parent to particular kids. Figure out how to be particularly special to your
kids. There are many simple ways
available to all of us to become special.
The second characteristic focuses on quality. What kind of good qualities do I have that
can make me special? (Remember special
does not mean unique; many people may have the same special qualities). I know myself well enough to know that I have
special qualities. I am a good
listener. I know I have some other
qualities that are sufficient to make me special. I don’t have to be the best in the
world. I don’t even have to be perfect
in order to be special.
Finally, I am very clear about my purpose. In effect, my purpose is to be in
ministry---to be a servant in this world.
We do not have to be ordained to make this possible. We don’t need to be commissioned to
love. We can love, serve and be of
service. What a wonderful legacy when
our days are done.
When I think about it, I am something special. And thinking about it further, to be special
is to be on the way to becoming a saint.
I will never be sanctified by the church. But that is ok; ultimately God makes
saints. I am on the way because I am
special. You are, too!
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