In Coventry in England
there is a line of orchard trees that are dedicated to British airmen that died
during the battle of Britain. The annual display of pink blossoms make these
pilots incredible deeds come to life again in memory and it would move the most
hardened person. It is nature reminding us. Looking at the plaques beneath each
tree, I noticed the average age was between 19 years old and 35. I thought what
these men had done was not for country, religion, or a political ideology, but
for something even higher. It simply needed to be done.
Psychiatrists can devalue
that sacrifice in abstract terms by claiming that there is always an expected
reward for those kinds of actions; like a public memorial or to be written
about in the annals of history. Surely 19 year olds are thinking more about
living than dying, yet they still went up in the air knowing their life was
going to be brief. Psychiatrists do really need help at the best of times.
Their sacrifice was
recently brought home to me recently when my faith, not in religion but in
humanity was restored yet again. It is the doing of things that needs to be
done regardless of any other motive than that. His name is Michael Doyle; the
fact that he is a priest is purely incidental.
He overseas a small parish
in Camden in New Jersey in the USA that angels still fear to thread except they
are getting more used to it now. Michael Doyle has never given up on the people
here, and that is a belief that has been tested for decades. He dwells among
them and all have to live with violence everyday and to just grow up can be a
miracle in itself and to grow old a bigger one. The poor come in all
circumstances. This little parish and beacon of hope is more than that. He has
sown that hope in rocks and watched more than a few flowers grow from them. He
shows that even the most cynical among us may just want to do something too.
Michael is 78 years old now and could do with that little bit of help yesterday
but tomorrow will be nice.
Barry
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