In 2016 I published a series of reflections in preparation for our bicentenary on 25 January. Six years later, I think it useful to revisit a few of them to prepare us to live this event in a deeper way.
“Just as the child is father to the man, so the impressions of one’s youth remain the most vivid in manhood” (Gustav Stresemann). As I reflect on how God prepared Eugene to bring a missionary group into existence, I recognize a patchwork of events and impressions in his life that remained vivid and gave a specific color and quality to the Mazenodian Family that was born on 25 January 1816.
Eugene was born into a noble family and did not lack anything: loving parents, a large house filled with servants, a good primary school, and all the material possessions he needed. The French Revolution took all that away and he experienced exile away from his country of birth, moments of insecurity and fear and even poverty when they had to rely on the charity of others. These impressions were later to make him aware of and sensitive to others who were suffering as immigrants, or in poverty or in fear – the very people he founded the Oblates to serve.
Eugene’s father was a judge who wrote and spoke well. From him, Eugene inherited the ability to be an outstanding and persuasive preacher. He learnt to treat everyone with justice and to relate easily with all classes of society. He learnt to understand and respect the law, and was able to use these skills to draw up several Rules of Life for the youth congregation and for the Missionaries.
“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” (2 Corinthians 4:7) In this light I see how God has taken an unformed lump of clay and given me form and shape. And how I began to become filled with purpose and love that nourished my spirit.
Looking at the darkness and violence of my childhood and formative years I recognize how I was affected by that: yet the transformative touch of the Beloved’s ongoing love has filled me with light and goodness, forgiveness, and compassion. I am not yet perfect, for I am still on the journey of redemption and my Saviour still continues to reshape and smooth out the small imperfections that rise to the surface. Ongoing transformation.
Out of the darkness the Giver of all Life picked up my broken pieces and began to put me back together again, filling the cracks and smoothing the rough edges. Setting me down in the light shed and shared by Eugene de Mazenod. God gave me to the Oblate Family and the Oblate Family to me.
Looking at our Mazenodian Family, our Oblate Family, like a large container filled with smaller jars and urns I am reminded of the “new wineskins” from today’s Gospel reading and how God has fashioned new wineskins for those of us in this great family and then filling us with the wine of Good News for us to share with those who have not yet tasted this new love.
I am a part of all that I have met… There arises within me an explosion of gratitude and wild, untamed joy at how I am the work of God’s hands. “Humanly speaking, it is impossible. But with God everything is possible.” (Mt 19:26)