The Sacrament of Waiting is an essay
written by a former president and rector of the Ateneo de Manila University;
Fr. James Donelan, S.J. I have chosen this text to analyze since this is one of
my favorite essays ever. I have encountered this first when I was still in my
first year as a high school student and until this point of my life it does not
fail to interest and overwhelm me. Waiting, to say at most, is already a part
of anyone’s life. Every single day of our lives, we cannot help but devote a
part of it for waiting: waiting for your turn in the bathroom, for someone to
call you, or for your meal to be served. We wait in bus stops and LRT stations,
we wait for our favorite TV shows and we wait for our anticipated movies to be
released. The author must have had a lot of "waiting" in his life
that made him realize the essence of waiting. As an interpretation to what he
has written, waiting for him is a sustaining force of love and patience in our
hearts. We wait for the unshakable faith in our cause and the unwavering hope
for our future. We spend most of our lives waiting, waiting and waiting. And
for a priest to write this kind of essay, it makes me think of the many ways he
used to wait that inspired and influenced him to write about this. Could it
have been that after so much of all the waiting he has done in his life and
when he was already tired and weary of discontent, it was God who came and
welcomed him that paved way for him to become a priest? It is possible. Because
when we wait, we encounter God. And in the process, we discover something that
is more important.
The writer's choice of words and
structure of sentences are quite simple. He did not have to use unfamiliar
words to make his work more creative, because the idea alone that he was building
up was more than enough. Each paragraph is significant and crucial to the text
as it succeeded in supporting whatever the idea that was left hanging in the
previous paragraph for suspense. It also provided better insights on how to
expound the thoughts of the writer with his chosen topic. The genre of the text
is factual and it is an exposition, specifically an editorial or an essay. Having
this essay as a factual one, I did not find any difficulty in relating it to my
daily experiences. There are many implications of his work to me as a student,
as a woman and as a person. As a student, it gave me so much of the inspiration
and patience I need in order for me to continue on pursuing my dream of
becoming a doctor someday. It furthermore made me understand the importance of
education and what it takes to study hard and wait for your dreams to
transpire. As a woman, it made me realize the value of true love and how it
works if you will only learn to wait for that someone who is really destined
for you. As a person, it taught me how to be vigilant in every little thing I
do, from waiting for important phone calls to waiting for my food to be served.
As a member of the community, we Filipinos should work hard in order for our
country to flourish and get ahead with other countries. All we got to do is to
work for it and wait for the favorable “surprises” in the end. In our modern
times today, this essay is still relevant up with the breakthrough of computers
and internet. In order for us to get a hold with technology, we must have
computers. And if we don't have one, we must wait for the time when we can have
it. Of course there are certain discrepancies in internet connections that we
also have to wait for us to be connected with the net, wait for videos to
buffer, wait for our friends to go online and have a chat with us and wait for
our orders made via online. See how vast the process of waiting is present in
our times today. And with it being essential in our lives, it becomes a
sacrament of discipline, self-control and emotional maturity.
If I were the author of the text, I
would not change any part of the story, but instead, I would like to improve
the foundation of the main idea in the introduction. I wanted to add some more
details in order for the text to be more meaningful. If given the chance to
change the ending, I would write about how important it is to wait for the
right timing for everything. In contrast with how the author chose to end his
essay (which is to state how important it is to wait for the right person), I
thought that it would be much better if he stated that even if we already
waited for a long time and we finally found the right person, if you met him at
the wrong timing, then it would be a wrong love. Timing is really what matters
for it makes everything else seem so right. There are also certain points I
would like to suggest to the author to somehow improve his work. First, he
could have given out more examples so that the readers could relate to them
more. Second, he could have mentioned the natural consequences of waiting; long
enough for it to be called waiting for nothing or waiting in vain. Last, the
author should have provided more famous quotes from famous authors to spice up
his work all the more. But nonetheless, this essay did not fail to provide me
some points to ponder. Waiting could really be that tiring, but if we only
associate it with the virtues of love and patience, then we could say that it
really is worth the wait.
Donelan,
J. (n.d.) The Sacrament of
Waiting. Retrieved March 8, 2012, from http://nicosai.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/the-sacrament-of-waiting-by-fr-james- donelan-s-j/
The Sacrament of Waiting
Fr. James Donelan, S.J.
The English poet John Milton wrote that those who serve also
stand and wait. I think I would go further and say that those who wait render
the highest form of service. Waiting requires more discipline, more
self-control and emotional maturity, more unshakable faith in our cause, more
unwavering hope in the future, more sustaining love in our hearts that all the
greatest deeds of deering-do go by the name of action.
Waiting is a mystery - a natural sacrament of
life - there is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait. It must be
an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives.
Everyday is filled with those little moments of
waiting (testing our patience and our nerves, schooling us in self-control.) We
wait for meals to be served, for a letter to arrive, for a friend to call or
show up for a date. We wait in line at cinemas and theaters, concerts and
circuses. Our airline terminals, railway stations and bus depots are great
temples of waiting filled with men and women who wait in joy for the arrival of
a loved one - or wait in sadness to say goodbye and give the last wave of hand.
We wait for springs to come - or autumn - for the rains to begin and stop.
And we wait for ourselves to grow from childhood
to maturity. We wait for those inner voices that tell us when we are ready for
the next stop.
We wait for graduation, for our first job, our
first promotion. We wait for success and recognition. We wait to grow up - to
reach the stage where we make our own decisions. We cannot remove this waiting
from our lives. It is a part of the tapestry of living - the fabric in which
the threads are woven to tell the story of our lives.
Yet current philosophies would have us forget
the need to wait "grab all the gusto you can get." So reads one of
America's greatest beer ads - get it now! Instant pleasure, instant
transcendence. Do not wait for anything. Life is short - eat, drink and be
merry because tomorrow you will die.
And so they rationalize us into accepting
unlicensed and irresponsible freedom - pre-marital sex and extra-marital
affairs - they warn against attachments and commitments - against expecting
anything of anybody, or allowing them to expect anything of us - against
dropping any anchors in the currents of our life that will cause us to hold and
wait.
This may be the correct prescription for
pleasure - but even that is fleeting and doubtful - what was it Shakespeare
said about the mad pursuit of pleasure - "Past reason hunted, and once
had, past reason hated." Not if we wish to be real human beings, spirit as
well as flesh, soul as well as heart, we have to learn to wait. For if we never
learn to wait, we will never learn to love someone other than ourselves.
For most of all waiting means waiting for
someone else. It is a mystery, brushing by our face everyday like a stray wind
of leaf falling from a tree. Anyone who has loved knows how much waiting goes
into it - how much waiting is important for love to grow, to flourish through a
lifetime.
Why is this? Why can we not have it right now
what we so desperately want and need? Why must we wait - two years, three years
- and seemingly waste so much time? You might as well ask why a tree should
take so long to bear fruit - the seed to flower - carbon to change to diamond.
There is no simple answer - no more than there
is to life's other demands - having to say goodbye to someone you love because
either you or they have made other commitments; or because they have to grow
and find the meaning of their own lives - having yourself to leave home and
loved ones to find your own path - goodbyes, like waiting, are also sacraments
of our lives.
All we know is that growth - the budding, the
flowering of love needs patient waiting. We have to give each other a time to
grow. There is no way we can make someone else truly love us or we them, except
through time.
So we give each other that mysterious gift of
waiting - of being present without asking demands and rewards. There is nothing
harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and sincerity of our love. But
there is life in the gift we give.
So lovers wait for each other - until they can
see things the same way - or let each other freely see things in quite
different ways. There are times when lovers hurt each other and cannot regain
the balance of intimacy of the way they were. They have to wait - in silence -
but still present to each other - until the pain subsides to an ache and then
only a memory and the threads of the tapestry can be woven together again in a
single love story.
What do we lose when we refuse to wait; when we
try to find shortcuts through life -when we try to incubate love and rush
blindly and foolishly into a commitment we are neither mature nor responsible
enough to assume?
We lose the hope of truly loving or of being
loved. Think of all the great love stories of history and literature - isn't it
of their very essence that they are filled with this strange but common mystery
- that waiting is part of the substance - the basic fabric against which the
story of that true love is written.
How can we ever find either life or true love if
we are too impatient to wait for it?
Waiting is a good thing only if something is
worth waiting for.
How will you know if it's worth it? Gut feel.
What if you don't trust your gut? Pray. You will
be enlightened. Trust me.
Is it wrong to expect while waiting? It's not wrong,
but it will increase your chances of heartbreak and disappointment if things
don't work out in the end.
Is it good to expect while waiting? It is better
to HOPE.
What's the difference between hoping and
expecting? HOPING means you're open to either side of the coin landing though
you're more inclined to believe that things will turn out well. EXPECTING means
you're thinking single-track...which won't do you much good at all.
What's the difference between waiting and
expecting? EXPECTING is waiting for something TO DEFINITELY HAPPEN. WAITING is
staying where you are, but not necessarily expecting something to happen
definitely.
Do you need assurance from someone you're
waiting for while you're waiting? Ideally, yes. But realistically, do you
really want assurance from this person? It's so easy to just point at something
and make that the reason why you're waiting ("Because she said..."
"Because he told me that...").
With WAITING, all you really can rely on are 3
things: your gut feel, your heart and mind. Just YOURSELF, not anyone else.
So should you wait? What does your gut say? How
does your heart feel? What does your mind think? If they're saying different
things, keep asking yourself these 3 questions (and pray!) until you get a
solid answer.
THEN you'll know if he or she is worth waiting
for.
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