"For" means "With"

Thomas Weiss • February 1, 2021
I’m getting better at this. Summarizing, synthesizing, selecting particularly poignant moments laden with “spiritual significance.” My parents ask me to do this when I visit home. We sit around the kitchen table fidgeting our coffee mugs and they, God bless them, ask me questions as if I’m returning from overseas. My friends on the north side hush their voices when they ask me about my work day, like we are passing notes in the back row of middle school algebra. I hope Ms. Hopewell doesn’t catch us! Or, put on the individual level, it’s like a child flipping through the pages of forbidden fiction beneath the bedsheets, flashlight in a vice grip between incisors. The (mostly white) circle into which I was born is undeniably fascinated with my work, just a minute fraction of the labor Precious Blood clergy, lay workers, and companions devote toward the ultimate renewal of the world. Needless to say, I am gladdened by their fascination. Many are even fascinated enough to offer generous donations, and by this, of course, I am delighted.

And yet, there’s a nagging dissatisfaction when the evening ends and I am alone. At the end of it all, I do not want your money: I want your allegiance.

The most outspokenly Catholic kid in my class at college proudly toted a MAGA hat around campus. His sweaters were Burberry, his shoes Sperrys, his parka made from goose feathers. I believe he is now discerning the priesthood. After the shooting in Kenosha, another young lady from my college made sure to let me know that Jacob Blake was a rapist, and that BLM’s founders were Marxists not to be trusted. She later invited me to mass the following evening.

Last month, I was walking downtown with a few of the boys from the Center. They wanted to drive down to Millennium Park to see the Christmas lights. There was an old man, homeless, sitting on the sidewalk, his back curled up against the concrete retaining wall that runs the length of the park on Michigan Avenue. The man was singing, wailing, head tilted up into the yellow street lights, colored intermittently with the red beams of brake lights. He jingled the coins in his Big Gulp like a tambourine.

One of the young men races ahead of the group and dropped half of what he had in his pocket into the man’s cup. Another of the young men drops in a few bucks as we pass. They tell him to stay safe and we walk on toward the Christmas tree. “Man, I just hate to see people like that,” one of them says to me. “If I make it to college, I’m going to open a homeless shelter. I hate to see people like that.”

I am dumbstruck by the unbridled Catholicism of these young men, neither of whom are religious. Both boys would be considered “poor” as we commonly understand the label. Yet, here they are, giving away their few and precious resources to a man they have never met before. I see a mixture of the Good Samaritan and Mary Magdalene, anointing Jesus’ feet with her precious perfume.

Jesus was for the poor; this much is obvious. What I find to be often forgotten is that Jesus was poor. “It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for someone rich to enter the Kingdom of God.” Jesus tells those of us with two tunics to give one away to those who have none. As if this weren’t not explicit enough, he says to do the same with food. Fundamentally, Jesus means that to be for the poor is to walk with the poor. It means giving beyond what makes us comfortable. It means giving $10 to a homeless man on Michigan Ave when you have $20 in your pocket. I ask myself daily what it means for me, and I ask the same of you.

To give a sizable amount of cash can change lives. It ferries resources into resource-scare areas. It opens doors which were formerly closed. But the real act of service stems from the realization of equivalence: just as Christ “emptied himself” and took on the flesh of us sinners, we too may recognize our kinship with the beaten, hungry, weary, and alienated. Though we are not Christ, together we might become like Christ through allegiance to one another. This is the call of Christ, not toward judgment, skepticism, and cowardice, but toward radical hope, healing, and hospitality. I pray that we, stirred by courage and humility, may sift through the distractions and delusions which obscure the substance of the Gospel: “Anyone who wants to save his life will lose it; but anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it.”

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Thomas Weiss is a year-long Precious Blood Volunteer. He founded and manages that PBMR music and media lab, where he coaches dozens of youth on how to write, mix, and record their own music. He enjoys growing in relationship with the young men and women at the center, and accompanying them in both good and bad days. He is originally from St. Louis, and enjoys creative writing, reading, and playing the drums in his spare time. 
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