Post Script
And so, these reflections of my week and a half in Honduras have come to an end. Not with a period, espero que sí, but with a semi-colon. I feel so grateful to have had this time with such wonderful people. My greatest concern now is that I will forget…that my ‘real’ life back in the States will overtake these touching days in the tropics, with such wonderful people. So lacking in material things, yet so rich in life. Please permit me some self-disclosure and parting thoughts as I conclude these chapters.
I am not a believer. I spent seven years in a religious Order (the same one as my friend, Miguel, spent ten.) And I left that life with more questions than answers. I moved from Belief to Agnosticism, and finally to Atheism. Oddly, the mid-point—Agnosticism—was comfortably consoling. There could still be a God and a life beyond this one; I just could not prove or explain it.
But it was not until I threw in the towel and finally said “I do not believe” that I was able to commit to a values system that has guided my life ever since: No more false hope or self-deception of putting one toe in the water and saying “Well, if there is a God, surely He will make all the suffering of these people go away, eventually.”
There is one life. And it is here. And it is now.
I still believe, as I did in my earlier life, that the unreflected upon life is not worth living. I do have a values system (albeit less complex than when I was in the Order). Here are the three ideals I choose to live by, along with the inspiration for each:
- (From the Society of Jesus/Jesuits): I believe in people. I believe in the inherent dignity, worth and importance of every person I meet. I seek to treat everyone (from the Secretary of State to the six-toed Honduran child to the waitress and hotel maid) with equal dignity, respect and truth. Oh, I have almost no empathy for mean people, so they get more truth from me than respect.
- (From my late father, Ray, POW in Korea for 28 months): “Do something…even if it’s wrong.” I globalize this to mean that I must act. Do not sit on the sidelines, wringing my hands. Do what I think is right. If I make a mistake, make a mid-course correction, and Do Something Else. Just DO SOMETHING!
- (From my late mother, Ruthie, Irish-Catholic philosopher and neurotic): “Put the toilet seat down when you are done.” I globalize this to mean, “Leave things better than how you found them…bathrooms, relationships, conversations, the world.”
I reflect upon my actions on a regular basis. No, I don’t go to confession. Nor do I look up at the sky sheepishly when I do reflect. But if my actions are inconsistent with my values, I am in a state of dissonance in my life. My believing friends would call this ‘sin’. And it is up to me alone to re-center myself. These ten days in Honduras have helped me to do that in a way I could only have hoped for. Grácias a Dios.
As I close, I have thoughts on two tracks, one for my believing friends, and one for those who, like me, are non-believers.
For my believing friends, my short time among these beautiful, simple souls in Honduras has been a blessing beyond which I could have ever imagined. How else, but by the hand of God, could so many with so little be so rich in spirit…so giving, so content with what they have in each other, in their families, so welcoming to the occasional strange visitor from far away…with consummate and unshakable hope, and faith?
To my non-believing friends, this blue and green ball upon which we live is about 4.5 billion years old; we Homo Sapiens have walked it for about 200,000 years; we have recorded our history for some 8,000 years. About 240 years ago, this magnificent country in which we live was formed, championing the primacy of the individual, and equal rights for all.
I joined this timeline some sixty years ago. I may die tomorrow (indeed, I might have died in Honduras last October 2014). Or maybe I will live another five, ten, or twenty years. And then…the beat will go on. More will be born, more will die.
And every day, this planet will be home to whatever life forms manage to muster. So it will be for all of us: Our time here is infinitesimally short in the grand scheme—our lives are but a minute segment in the long line that is history.
Regardless of what we do or do not believe, let us not ignore this reality: We are not alone.
Let us not be:
- Deaf to the voices we may never hear…
- Blind to the faces we may never see…
- Unempathetic to the lives we may never encounter…
…Because they DO exist.
…They are with us.
…Now.
…And they are speaking to us.
…They are saying: “WE ARE HERE…(Estamos Aqui).”
Peace. Out.
Mac