November 10, 2014
Day 194
As I approach the big 4-0, I can't help but think of all the clothes I have worn along the way, especially those of major significance to my life.
When I was just 4 years old, I wore a cute little suit to my sister Laura's wedding. As the ring bearer, my family knew all eyes would be on me during my procession up the aisle at church, so I had to look my best. Later on, I wore a special suit bought for me to wear on my First Holy Communion day in 1983.
Similar suits or combinations of jackets and khakis were bought for me for my Confirmation Day, elementary school graduation, and eventually my high school graduation too.
In 1993, I went to a tailor with my future Assistant Novice Master, who helped me get fitted for two new suits I'd wear during my four years as a Roman Catholic monk. The simple black suit and black tie were mine then for years, and I wore the simple black suit as my religious habit every day at Manhattan College. It was the habit I wore for my Aspirancy Promises my first year, and later again when I took the vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience. Wherever I went during those four years as Brother Sean, I wore my suit as a representative of the entire Roman Catholic Church, whether I enjoyed that responsibility or not.
In 2003, when I began to seriously involve myself in GLBT activism, I began wearing all kinds of suits--perhaps not the traditional jacket-and-tie variety, but other shirts, jackets, and insignia of all kinds that told the world once again that I represented something much bigger than myself. As I worked with local, national, and international pride groups of all sizes, I became the face of these GLBT community groups, and represented gay people everywhere.
By 2008 and 2009, I was wearing yet another suit, a simple blue jacket with a bright, yellow label that read, "Publishers Clearing House Prize Patrol". It instantly made people stop in their tracks, and they'd stare at me in disbelief. Whether it was at Notre Dame University in Indiana or in Fargo, North Dakota, I was recognized as representing something much bigger than myself.
Throughout my life, I've worn these suits and insignias proudly. I've walked down the city streets of this world--in Rome, New York, and Washington, D.C. among others--and I've been a representative of something much bigger than myself. I have represented Publishers Clearing House, the entire Roman Catholic Church, and the entirety of the GLBT community too, all by the suits I've worn.
What suits have you worn, and which ones do you wear now? Are you recognized by your work as a librarian, doctor, or teacher just by the clothes you wear? How much do you identify with your field or fields of expertise by the clothes of the job?
Life changes, as do we. We may wear one suit one day, and quite another just a year later. But one thing never changes: the person we are inside.
You choose your suits throughout your lifetime, and none of them are yours your whole life long, but they can make you see through the eyes of something much bigger than yourself. And really, that's a great gift. Thinking big by seeing through something bigger than ourselves is an honor, and provides unique perspective in all things. It fits our lives like a jacket, and suits us in our journey.
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Monday, November 10, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
In defense of PRIDE
| Looking very strange...and very blue...while volunteering with the Long Island Pride Parade in 2006. |
June 29, 2014
Day 60
Today's reflection will be short, but purposeful.
(I almost wrote poignant, but let's face it, that's an awful lot to hope for, especially in so few lines!)
Pride is usually considered a bad thing, and you see it grouped among the seven deadly sins (along with lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth, and avarice). But when you're proud of your children or grandchildren, do you feel sinful? When you're proud of your pets for behaving well with strangers, or proud of your husband or wife for an accomplishment at work, do you feel you've done something wrong, something deadly? Of course not!
The word pride is a misnomer, and in relation to so-called sin, it means something more like ego than natural, positive pride in a job well done. Ego though? Yeah, ego gets the better of us all, myself certainly, and we have good reason to keep that in check, whether or not we attach the word sin to it. But pride is not ego!
TODAY, I'm marching with my partner Andy down 5th Avenue in New York City. We're marching in the New York City PRIDE Parade, not the New York City EGO Parade.
Today is about pride in our ancestors and elders who didn't have the rights we now enjoy. It's about pride in ourselves for how far we have come: I'm only 39, but even just 10 or 15 years ago, I'd have never guessed I'd see the world we now have! And it's about pride in our young people, and hoping with optimism that the world they're growing up in will continue to be much easier on them than it was on us.
PRIDE is a good thing! And today, this day right here, I have so much of it, I'm gonna let the whole world know how grateful I am for all my blessings and joys!
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