• Steve Auth

"No Longer Alone"

Third Monday of Advent - 2015


Monday night.  Warm.  Dark.  Misty rain.  Fog.  Three priests, nine missionaries.  Quiet streets.   We covered Prince and Mott with four stalwart bond salesmen from Bob’s trading desk, positioned the gentle souls from Evelyn’s New York RC team in the back of the church, and business started up.  Eventually, we were four deep at the confessionals.    


Calls incoming way down Mulberry Street to Msgr. Sakano, “We have people showing up here at Precious Blood looking for confession!”  We call an audible and send two missionaries and Fr. Stephen down Mulberry Street.  Fr. Stephen takes up a station at the rear courtyard, outside in the warm air, under an awning for protection from the drizzle.  George mans Mulberry; the other missionary heads to the side alley called Baxter Street, which the Church faces, and stands quietly in the mist.  No one around.  A few pilgrims come in to view the presepio; one was to confession yesterday and the others have no interest. 


Around 6:45, a man dressed in dark clothes, bulging a bit in unnatural places, passes by, alone and in a hurry.  “Are you Catholic?”  No reply.  He’s Catholic.  The missionary pursues him.  “Excuse me sir, are you Catholic?”  “What?”  “Are you Catholic?”  “Yes.  Sort of.”  “Would you like to come into the Church to pray?  We have a beautiful manger scene in there.”  “No.  I can’t do that.  I have something on me that I can’t take into that church.  It would disrespect Him.”  What a lead in!  A conversation ensues. 


Sox is an ex-con.  Fifteen years in the slammer.  An ex-con with a conscience well-formed enough to know how to respect the Lord.  “Sox, one question.  What happens if you get hit by a truck tonight?”  “If I get hit by a truck, I know He loves me and I’m going to heaven.”  “Sox, you have a very well-formed conscience.  And you’re pretty bright besides.  So work with me here.  You’re presently doing something that is so bad that it would be disrespectful to enter the Church.”  “Right.  I know what is right and wrong.”  “And, you’re going to keep doing it.”  “For now.”  “And, even though it would be disrespectful to enter the Church, you think you can enter Heaven in this state?”  “Uhh…”    “Sox?  Sox?  Are you with me?”  Beads of sweat are appearing on Sox’s brow. 


“Steve, I’m on a journey.  I know I’m not where I need to be, but maybe I’ll get there.  I’m 20% better than I was 10 years ago.”  “Sox, that’s good.  That’s real good.  I’m also on a spiritual journey.  And we’re not alone.  He’s with us.” 


The missionary gives Sox a rosary to pray on, because, he tells him, Mary is also with you, praying for you.  Sox knows how to pray the rosary, but at his request, they practice their way through it.  He promises to pray with the rosary for Mary’s protection.   The missionary promises to pray every day for him, for his safe journey home.    “Steve, I have one question for you.  Where did you come from?  I went right by the church, and you were not there.  I’m sure of it.  Then, suddenly, you appeared out of the haze.  Like an angel.”  “Sox, I was here, just as the Lord is here.  He’s always here.  He’s waiting for you.  You just have to open the door.” 


And with that, Sox, a rosary in hand and a prayer in his heart, walks off into the warm, damp darkness of Baxter Street.  In a hurry.  But no longer alone.


A missionary

December 14, 2015



ABOUT STEVE AUTH

Steve Auth serves as chief investment officer of Federated Global Equities and has led New York City street missions for ten years at Old St. Patricks in SoHo and across the city. 

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