Many Mainers are learning that we are the first state in the country to take this historic and deeply needed step of looking at what happened to native children in foster care, many of whom were forcibly removed from their native homes by state agencies operating under the assumption that Wabanaki children needed to be civilized in white homes. And it was not what any of us expected who had planned the event. Could you have absolved her as though you were priests? When the event concluded, I went over to her and thanked her for her courage to speak up, to expose her own guilt and remorse.
From this angle, the story parallels the experience of addiction and my personal process of entering recovery. I grew up in a rural mill town, a place defunct since the s, in a family and community haunted by generational trauma, mental illness, alcoholism, and violence.
I emerged from this environment with a specific worldview—one in which it felt normal to suffer, to fend for oneself, to mistrust people in institutions, to fear difference.
In the pain, loneliness, and desperation that results from such a worldview, my addiction began, starting with a forty-ounce bottle of Private Stock malt liquor behind a vacant mill building with a group of kids no different from me. This longing, which drives the action of the story, is rooted in a desire to return to a world that makes sense to her, one in which she is relevant, in which she comfortably fits.
The world she inhabits in the story—Georgia in the early s—fails to offer this comfort. The grandmother finds comfort in constantly looking for and clinging to signifiers that reflect the world she desires, one in which goodness exists and can be defined along lines that allow her to A moment of grace into it.
In this way, the pain from which the grandmother seeks relief does not stem from the world, but from her perception of it. My flawed perception, too, led to the need for the relief. While the grandmother looks outward to find security in a world she perceives as threatening, I turned to substances.
In that first bottle of malt liquor I found a momentary reprieve from a reality I found terrifying and hopeless, and I chased this escape. I found myself seated, one afternoon, at a kitchen table, watching a woman suck the green coating off an milligram OxyContin.
She rubbed the melted time-release seal on the hem of her shirt, and as she crushed the pill beneath a dollar bill with a Bic lighter, all I was thinking was how I wanted to feel at ease. The depth of suffering I would experience in the place where I was headed rested outside of my purview.
The promise of relief eclipsed all else.
The grandmother shows a similar lack of reasoning in her attempts to gain a sense of security. As the family drives toward Florida, she remembers a nearby plantation that she visited in her youth.
Visiting would provide an opportunity for her to reconnect with the world she longs for, and so, through careful conniving, she encourages the family to take a detour. Several miles out, however, she realizes she has made a mistake. The plantation she remembered visiting is actually in east Tennessee.
Her memory has been hijacked by her desires, and her error is so embarrassing she physically shudders, which sets in motion a chain of events that causes her son to wreck the car, leaving the family stranded.
The more important element of the experience of suffering is that it provides the conditions necessary for the experience of grace, followed by the possibility for redemption.
For the grandmother, her opportunity for grace and redemption comes through her encounter with the Misfit, a convicted murderer who has escaped the state penitentiary. For me, it arrived with my introduction to heroin, which swiftly brought me to my knees.
Shortly after the car wreck, the Misfit arrives with his goons in a hearse-like automobile, and engages the grandmother in a dialog that dismantles her mistaken worldview. The grandmother attempts to earn his mercy with a line of reasoning that stems from her flawed perspective.
As the grandmother pleads for the Misfit to let her go, he makes clear her reliance on outward signifiers to define her own goodness and the goodness of others, illuminating the flaws in her perspective in the process, and leaving her with no choice but to turn to God for redemption.
Like the grandmother, who continues to turn toward what she knows, no longer for comfort, but for survival, I continued to return to drugs. What had once provided some sense of ease and comfort began to destroy my ability to function in my everyday life, to show up for work, to be a son and brother, to take care of myself in basic ways.
My sense of self-reliance was whittled away, and as death approached, it became difficult to believe that drugs were allowing me to live.
The grandmother experiences her own dismantling as her family is executed. Her attempts to reason with the Misfit prove futile, and she is forced to confront the failure of her worldview as a means for salvation.
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Stripped of the perspectives she has clung to, she turns inward for redemption, and, in this moment, sees clearly for the first time. Here lies her moment of grace.
For the first time, the reader sees that, despite her flaws, she possesses goodness. In my moment of grace, I saw clearly that heroin could not save me, nor could I save myself by operating within the framework of perception that had brought me to where I stood. From this place, I, like the grandmother, reached out from the depths of my vulnerability.
I, like the grandmother, had suffered, and I had been redeemed.God has given the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) a moment of grace to dream new dreams, to see new visions, to lay aside the weapons of warfare, and to rethink mission and strategy on a truly grand scale.
At the end of a quarter century of nearly continuous contentiousness, it is as if a boil has been lanced, followed by an experience of relief, a weary contingent of God’s people wanting to.
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A Moment Of Grace: Part 1. Posted on June 11, by AdaptiveCurmudgeon [I’m not a religious man, but like all wise people I have a spiritual component. This is my story and only mine. If it doesn’t fit with your philosophy that’s none of my business. Skip it if you wish.].
In my moment of grace, I saw clearly that heroin could not save me, nor could I save myself by operating within the framework of perception that had brought me to where I stood.
From this place, I, like the grandmother, reached out from the depths of my vulnerability. A Moment of Grace is the searing, tender account of Patrick’s life with Nicola and her illness, and his life after her loss.
But it is more than a story of illness and unbearable grief: it is a book of memory, of home, of family. It is a tale of the transfiguring power of love. At the end of a short posting on our site, “Rod Dreher on Obergefell and Living as Exiles,” I said about that horrible SCOTUS ruling: “this is a moment of grace for us.” The promise was made to develop that thought, which I now set out to do.
Some background is in order.