Was bumping into the Franciscan reformer an accident, or was it meant to be?
When the religious order decided to seek out an experienced layman to get the center back in the black, they turned over the search to a priest on staff. This priest—call him Father T—was something of a pariah in his community. Faithful to Church teaching, Father T had been exiled to the retreat center a few years earlier for, among other things, conducting a Corpus Christi procession while serving as a campus minister at a Catholic college. At my first interview, Father T verified my own orthodox views, then explained that he hoped to work with me to turn the place around. But first I had to interview with the Superior General of the order. My job was to keep my mouth shut about theology, focus on my business experience, and get hired. It worked.
My first day on the job, I decided to take a detailed look around the campus, which covered about 12 acres and included six buildings. I had just come out a building where my predecessor, now serving as “spiritual director,” was leading a group of women through a pagan ritual that involved depositing their “negative energies” into a pot of seawater. As I quickly turned a corner I almost leveled a short, slope-shouldered man wearing a black beret and a beat-up cardigan over a gray Franciscan habit. I recognized him immediately as Father Benedict Groeschel.
I had heard Father Benedict speak twice that year, once at an apologetics conference and another time at Brown University, and was at that time reading his book, “Healing the Original Wound: Reflections on the Full Meaning of Salvation.” My long journey into the Church had been largely unmediated except for the writings of the Church Fathers, the works of theologians like St. Thomas Aquinas and Cardinal Newman, and books by contemporary authors, among whom Father Benedict stood in the first rank.
After apologizing for nearly killing him, I introduced myself and asked how he had come to be there. He confirmed that he hadn’t visited the place in decades, but was finishing his latest book and had needed a place to drop out for a few days. I briefly described the plan that Father T and I had cooked up and asked whether he could spare some time for me during his visit. “I suspect that’s the real reason I’m here,” he replied, and over the next few days we spent long hours discussing the state of the Church, especially in America, and how Father T and I should proceed.
“We have to take back the Church one institution at a time,” Father Benedict said, “even one building, or one office at a time.” He warned against using power as a blunt instrument. He instructed that we would have to pray constantly for success, keep our own lives and intentions holy, love those we were contending with, rigorously document instances of heterodox preaching or practice, master the subtle pressure-points of public reaction and episcopal oversight. In short, we would have to be as gentle as lambs, but as cunning as foxes.
He also essentially recommended a rebranding of the retreat center, and offered himself as a symbol of that rebranding. “I will commit to giving retreats here twice a year,” he said. “People know me, and if I’m here they’ll know something has changed.”
Then, deploying his trademark Jersey City humor, he added “and the old crowd will know, too.”
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