They explained that they owned a house nearby, which they
were going to sell, and planned to build on this new property. I felt so excited for this young family with
big dreams and hope for their future.
Over the past year, I never saw them again. The area they cleared is now beginning to be
covered with some overgrowth, and instead of a house, real estate signs have
gone up.
Call me strange, but it makes me sad. Were they unable to sell their house? Did they get divorced? Was it too expensive for them to build?
I don’t suppose I will ever know what happened, but I do
know that their dream never materialized, for whatever reason, and it makes me
sad to think that it has been dashed. Somehow,
it feels like a light went out for this family.
We all have dreams, or at least we should, because dreams
give us hope for the future. In fact, I
myself always fantasized about building a house in the middle of the woods on
property not very far from where the young family was building.
As I imagined it, I would go out and sit on my deck and
write and contemplate until my brain turned to mush (I chose to ignore the fact
that the mosquitoes would drive me inside.)
And I guess the thing is, I knew it wouldn’t ever happen,
and I was fine with that; it was just fun to imagine.
I do think dreams propel us forward, though, and keep us
from stagnating. But, we must also be
ready for the unexpected. Clearly something
happened in that family that changed the course of their direction.
Anyway, I think it is important that whatever our goals are,
whatever our dreams are, it is best if they are grounded in our faith, prompted
by a desire to live out our vocation. It
is in living out our vocation that we find the most joy in life, even if it
does not necessarily bring us the greatest ease.
I don’t suppose vocation is an idea that holds much meaning
in our secular culture, but we do all have a vocation of some sort. We have gifts that God has given us, and he
expects us to use those to serve each other. When we do, there is the high likelihood that
we will have found our vocation.
Of course, figuring out our vocation may sometimes be a
challenge, but if we are diligent and ask our heavenly Father, he will show us
the way.
I have always felt that purposeful work is the most
satisfactory. There is something inside
us that finds happiness in doing good. Our
acts can be big or small, it doesn’t matter, but if our work makes us feel like
we are making a difference, helping someone in some way, that is key.
Very soon, many of our young people will be heading off to
college, striving to find their path in life.
I hope they will think about their future in terms of their vocation,
and seek that.
I know that money, position and power can often be held up
as primary motivators for choosing a career, and after spending thousands of
dollars on college tuition, going for a job that will offset that bill seems
most reasonable, but such a job also has the potential to create a lifelong
sense of vacuity and anxiety.
It is a great temptation to see success in terms of dollars
and cents, but such success can come at a real price. Even parents guiding their young adults can
get off-track at times and lose sight of the value of teaching them to pray
about their vocation and the need to patiently wait as it unfolds.
If we can learn anything from the family down the road, perhaps
it is that just because you begin something, it doesn’t mean that you can’t
change directions, and that leaving one path behind and turning down another is
not necessarily a sad thing.
I hope for them that this is the case, and rather than the
sale of their land being an indication of a lost dream, like I supposed,
perhaps being relieved of it will free them to pursue a new direction for their
family. Maybe they will even discover a
family vocation.
I can hope, can’t I?
(The Catholic Times, August 16-22, 2014)
(The Catholic Times, August 16-22, 2014)