A Miraculous Good Friday to You!

Ten years ago on Good Friday my dad was dying. Not like, he was sick and frail and was going to die soon. Dying. Multiple organ failure and that Friday his kidneys were beginning to fail. Renal failure generally means you aren’t long for this world. He had been ill for weeks. My parents came home early from Palm Springs, a trip he never had any memory of. When they returned to Portland they went to St. Vincent’s hospital for testing and then home and then back to the hospital for close to two weeks and that was when the organ failure from congestive heart failure almost got him.

I was married to Mitch then, stay-at-home mom and the girls were 4 and 6. I remember Matea, the cleaning lady (who was only in her 20s at the time) was working. My father “discovered” her. She called him “Sir”, even when referring to him. “How is Sir?” instead of “How is your father?” Matea has a thriving business today and I will say that is in no small part due to my father’s efforts to spread the word about how great she is. Anyway, Matea was at the house, all 4’10” of her and she said, “I so sorry Maggie” and I fell apart and cried all over her.

Good Friday is a horribly sad day. This past Sunday, Palm Sunday, I teared up as I do every year at the reading of the Passion.

‘My Father,’ he said, ‘if it is possible, let this cup pass me by. Nevertheless, let it be as you, not I, would have it.’

That line gets me every time. Jesus was human and he knew what was coming and reeeaaallly did not want to do it.  The story is so awful. A good man was taunted, tortured, and murdered. He was abandoned by those He trusted. What a dark and empty day. And that is how I felt, that day in 2004. So sad and scared.

I have a strong faith and I have never asked “God, why are you doing this?” When the shit comes down, I’m not blaming God,  I’m praying for God’s support and when necessary just letting Him handle it because I can’t. This is the season of miracles and back in 2004, the miracle came in the form of Dr. H. Dr. H was a friend of my dad’s and also the Chief of Internal Medicine at St. Vincent’s Hospital. And he had one more thing to throw into the mix and if that didn’t work, we would have to say goodbye to my Dad and I knew none of us were ready for that.

And on the third day he rose again. “He”, in this case, being my father. On Easter Sunday, the nuclear antibiotic that was being IV’d into my dad began working and brought him back! Miracles don’t have to be supernatural, sometimes miracles are trained professionals and modern medicine. Sometimes miracles are foster parents or paramedics. Sometimes miracles are good Samaritans or teachers or friends or dogs or technology. And I always thank God whenever a miracle happens.

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In other Holy Week news. Derwood is being confirmed into the Church tomorrow night. That amazes me. I certainly didn’t ask him to convert, this is something he has been thinking about long before he met me and this is the year he’s doing it. I can’t imagine picking a religion and putting it on. To me, it is a true leap of faith. And when you throw Catholicism into the mix, dear God!

The Catholic Church is a mess just as any huge bureaucracy is a mess and I have been appalled at the priest sex abuse scandal, the coverup, the greed, etc of the humans who run the organization that is the Catholic Church but it has never affected my faith. I love Catholicism because you always have the chance to start over. Every single day. I don’t find the Church to be one of hellfire and damnation but one of forgiveness. No matter how far gone you may feel, you can always start over again. There is always that opportunity to live a little longer, a little better, a little happier.

We had my dad with us for another year and a half. That was a miracle.

Derwood is taking on the mystery of faith tomorrow night and that to me is a miracle. I am so proud and so in awe of his decision. And he will have his new beginning, which I’m sure will rub off on this ol’ cradle Catholic and give me a new perspective and interest in my faith and religion.

Happy Easter. I hope the renewal and miracle of Easter stays with you throughout the year.

 

Just two Catholics just takin' a selfie.

Two Catholics just takin’ a selfie.

 

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19 thoughts on “A Miraculous Good Friday to You!

  1. Addie says:

    I needed this today.

    Thank you.

    PS Derwood–when the Bishop slaps your face, it’s not kosher to slap him back. Just a head’s up.

  2. Brigitte says:

    Maggie, Happy Easter and congrats to Derwood. What a lovely post. As you know, I’m still kind of fresh on the Daddy thing so I do know what you are feeling. It still hits me out of nowhere at times. I applaud you for writing about it.

    Happy Easter to you and yours and God bless. xo

    • Maggie O'C says:

      Happy Easter Brig. You have a few years before missing your Dad will stop sneaking up on you although it never goes away. There are still milliseconds when I think “I should tell Dad this.” And then I do but I don’t have to use a phone.

      Have a lovely weekend and Easter.

      xo mag

  3. I mostly like Catholicism for the drinking, but they’ve removed some of that and it has tested my faith.

    Nice post, Mags. My wife converted too. I think that means we win the marriage? Something.

    • Maggie O'C says:

      We are totally winning. I don’t know what the hell you are talking about with new drinking rules?? That ain’t right.

      Thanks for reading. You just reminded me that I never turned my notifications back on after spring break. I was wondering why no one was blogging. Doy.

      Happy Easter!

  4. Ina says:

    Thank you for sharing your thoughts on miracles. I really needed to see that.

  5. Really nice post I can realize you feeling!!! God bless!

  6. El Guapo says:

    A faith that gives you hope and support, especially when you need it, is a good faith.
    Happy Easter to you and Derwood!

  7. Great post, Maggie … sweet and thoughtful … and in 14 years I have yet to stop missing my daddy ….. cantankerous as he was … xoxoxo itty bitty

  8. Erin E. says:

    I was raised Protestant, but the Irish side of me is Catholic, and I think I’d be a good one. I love rituals and traditions and history and Gregorian chants. I also like the philosophy of recognizing miracles in daily life. Miracles are in sunsets, in rain showers, in the kindness of strangers and the love of friends. Beautiful post.

  9. Margarita says:

    I agree, Maggie, miracles come in many forms and sizes, and what better time to celebrate them then Easter? xoxoM

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