From last Sunday’s gospel story of the Transfiguration: “Then a cloud came, casting a shadow over them; from the cloud came a voice, ‘This is my beloved Son. Listen to him.’ Suddenly, looking around, they no longer saw anyone but Jesus alone with them."
The beauty of Father Hesburgh’s life with Notre Dame is not that he was able to propel it into being a world-class university, with all the benefits to students, community, and world go along with such a status, or that Our Lady’s university became, in Father Jenkins’ more recent description, “a force for good in the world." The true beauty of his life and work with the University is that in all things, we were directed to Christ. Jesus Christ was, in the actions of the University, the beginning and the end, the starting point and the goal.
How do I know this? I was simply an undergraduate student from 1979 to 1983, a member of Jazz Band, Chapel Choir, and the Debate team. I wasn’t in Student Government and I didn’t report for the Observer. My parents weren’t well connected alumni. I was a non-Catholic public school kid when I arrived. I had no special knowledge or insight into the workings of the University. As it turns out, none of that was required to see Christ in all we did; it was much simpler than all that.
We prayed to start most of our classes, not just ones in theology. We were taught by a wide variety of professors, including priests. There was mass in my dorm every day, and guys went. Our rector was a priest who was pretty gruff, but despite his reputation (enhanced regularly in the great Observer comic strip “Molarity"), he truly cared for us “fellas." We talked about God, scripture, religion, and how all of these things affected the world in our hallways and room at night over popcorn, ramen noodles, and Diet Dr. Pepper, it never seemed absurd, and even the priests and nuns who were our assistant rectors listened to and engaged us as if we were fellow theologians. We took theology classes not just because we had to, but because we loved and respected the professors like Father Dunne, Father Malloy, Dr. Ford, and Father McBrien. We deeply desired to see how they saw God through literature, other people, scripture, and tradition, and they were more than willing to feed that hunger and show us what it could mean in our lives. The Center for Social Concerns, the Logan Center, the Nestle ban, the debate over nuclear freeze vote, spring break trips, liturgical ministries; all of these invited us to live what we learned. And in all of our classes, God was never far away; not because we brought him, but because our professors wanted us to engage with ideas of theology, ideas of the divine.
It is no surprise, then, that Father Hesburgh wanted to be known as, and was remembered all of last week for being, a priest. As was mentioned more than once, he was our pastor. I have worked in Catholic education long enough to know that my experiences on campus were influenced by his good leadership, leadership which set an example, but provided those “below" the room and opportunities to carry out the goal of being Catholic, pastoral, and becoming disciples of Christ in the world we strove to enter and change. In the end, it was not Father Hesburgh that we encountered: we “no longer saw anyone but Jesus" in our lives. But Father Hesburgh’s seventy-one years as priest took us to that place and, as we descended from the amazing mountain top experience that was Notre Dame, encouraged us to live it.
#ThankyouFrTed