A Tribute to Charity

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My father had a stroke on Wednesday. The artery in his neck is 95% blocked, and he will have surgery to try to correct that problem next Wednesday. Since my New Year’s Resolution posts on my personal blog this month are focused on charity envying not, I want to repost something that I wrote a little over two years ago when one of my nieces died unexpectedly.

Much of what I know of charity envying not (and charity in totality) was learned by watching my father – particularly as he laid down his own life for the woman he loves. He never once begrudged what he might have had, but rather did what it took to serve his family and others in his own, individual, consciously chosen path. I hope someday I will be as good a man as he is.


Here are some edited excerpts of what I wrote in November of 2007:

My mom has a rare form of schizophrenia. My father was unaware of this, as was everyone else (including my mother), when they got married. He found out after the birth of my sisters (twins), when she was overwhelmed and her mind wouldn’t shut down and allow her to sleep. She had what was termed a nervous breakdown, which led to her clinical diagnosis.

From that moment forward, my dad shielded my mom from every care of the world so her condition would stay in remission, if you will. By all practical measures, he became my father and my mother. They had four children, but my mom wanted more, so he agreed – knowing that meant his responsibilities would increase accordingly. Ultimately, they had eight. He shouldered all of the financial, household, emotional, physical, disciplinary, organizational, educational, etc. responsibilities for his family and allowed his wife to be seen by the community as the incredibly spiritual woman we knew as our mother – a modern Mormon saint. People in town admired his work ethic, but they never realized what he was doing behind our doors – because he never once mentioned it in any way to anyone.

Until her first breakdown, my father served in various leadership positions in the Church – for example, serving in a Bishopric before the age of 30. After that, he literally laid down the life he had been pursuing and focused on serving my mother. He waited nearly 30 years to serve in another position that required he spend significant time away from home – until his children were gone and my mom could function without the stress associated with raising them. He left an extremely well paying job with incredible advancement opportunities to go back to the small town where my mom was raised, simply to ease her stress and allow her to function normally. He became an elementary school janitor for over 20 years, took a 50% pay cut and focused on loving and serving his kids – both at home and at his school – in relative poverty.

Not holding a high-profile church position or good-paying job, he came to be known in town as a salt-of-the-earth farm boy – a good man, but certainly not a leader. I bought into that perception until my mother’s second breakdown a few years ago, when her “sleeping pills” stopped working and her whole personality changed. It was only after this experience that I finally saw my father for what he is – as close an example of the Savior’s single-minded dedication to service and family as anyone I have ever known.

(The full post can be read at: http://thingsofmysoul.blogspot.com/2007 … rning.html)

So much of what we discuss so passionately in the Bloggernacle is important and interesting and stimulating and fun . . . and ultimately meaningless when placed next to charity and the lives of good, humble men and women. 

Today, as I contemplate charity envying not, I think of a man lying in a hospital – robbed of the physical strength and vitality that allowed him to work multiple jobs for years to provide for his familty and allow his beloved to remain at home and undistracted by the real world around her. I think of a man who lived the life he felt was required of him given his covenants and responsibilities – even though that life brought unexpected hardships and sacrifice.

I spoke with him last night, and the voice I heard was foreign to me. It hit me for the first time in real terms that my father is an old man – and that he now will need to receive the same type of care and attention that he gave so freely for decades. I only hope that others respond and serve him as he served them so unselfishly and charitably – but, in the spirit in which he raised me, I will not judge or condemn them if they do not.

I love you, Dad – and I will be grateful eternally that I learned at the feet of such a wonderful, Christlike man.

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  1. Ray,this post,your father,you,have changed my family’s life.

    These were things that we had intuited,but for which we had no clear example.

    Two of my children,and myself,have a debilitating illness,exacerbated by stress which leaves us housebound,and necessitates a heavy burden on my DH,who is now getting older.We previously had busy church and professional lives.It’s been hard to see our lives as being significant or useful since,except in the odd moments when we have been gifted with a better perspective.

    Love you both forever.True Patriarchs.

  2. Thank you for the post. Heroes, like your father, should be emulated by all of us.

    I also think that what you wrote is one of the most accurate things I’ve read on this site:

    “So much of what we discuss so passionately in the Bloggernacle is important and interesting and stimulating and fun . . . and ultimately meaningless when placed next to charity.”

    More charity, less self-righteousness and piety would go a long way.

  3. Thank you, Mike.

    wayfarer, I wasn’t sure why I felt I should post this here. If it gave you a new perspective and added meaning to your family’s lives, I am grateful and humbled to have followed that initial prompting.

    Ulysseus, I believe strongly the greatest heroes the world has ever seen generally are unknown as such by most of those who know them – and certainly never memorialized to the masses.

  4. Thank you Ray. I think such expressions of love and service, both verbally and through the lived experience are what build community and faith. As with the comments above, I have felt inspired by you and your father.

  5. I, too, am a wife and mother with mental illness, and I often think about how much more difficult my husband’s life is than is my own because of how he takes care of me. He, too, is “laying down his life” in quiet and unheralded ways and is another of the true heroes on this earth. Thank you for sharing this lovely tribute to your Christlike father.

  6. Words of hope here Ray.
    If your Dad is under the age of 76 and if the Carotid Burits can be successfully lysed or bypassed, he stands a very good chance of pretty successful rehab. But as you note, “… my father is an old man.” and it may be that the Circle of Life turns for him. Thus is the cycle and purpose of this mortal existence, to pass from this mortality to go forth to prepare for the resurrection and to put on a perfect physical immortality.

    I hope these words help strengthen your feeble knees.

  7. Well, I am the husband, whose mental health is fragile and have the salt-of-the-earth wife who has made it possible for me to still feel like a father and a husband.

    I think I can appreciate what your father has done, and I feel he’s a real Saint; what a disciple should be.

  8. @Ray
    Absolutely brilliant! Best post on MM in quite some time! Oh how I wish this was always the message I got each day when I read my daily dose of news etc. I definitely am touched by the Spirit when I read such strong words indicating the life of a true follower of Christ. Thanks Ray!

  9. Rico, I like the phrase “lived experience” as it contributes to community. I also like the fact that such experiences, when based in selfless charity, can work wonders in any community – no matter its religious makeup.

    AGCD, tell your husband I appreciate what he does in a very personal way.

    Kim, he is 72 – so we have hope for him. Wednesday will tell us much.

    Velska, your wife sounds like a wonderful woman. Please thank her personally for me.

    Rich, thank you. I personally enjoy whatever Adam Ainsworth writes, but I appreciate your kind words.

    AdamF, I didn’t write this post for comments, even as I know all writers hope for them, but if it touched even a few people in situations similar to my father’s (on his end or my mother’s) it will have fulfilled the measure of its creation. *grin*

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