The Gift of Frustration

(I Got Stuck With The Cat)

Suzanne Luper

July 20, 2003

 

Six weeks ago Joel left for Nigeria.  Most of you know, but some of you don’t, that he is an architect in a small firm.  For months and months, he and his partner tried to hang on hoping the economy would turn.  Their situation just got worse and worse, and our savings dwindled to nothing.  He and Matt had to fish or cut bait. 

Well, Joel put some bait on his hook, and caught a really nice big fish --- in Africa.  A good job, a meaty challenge, a great remedy for a mid-life crisis, but with one catch.  One of them had to personally oversee the project for the next 2 years.

In trying to make this situation work to my advantage, which is only natural, I asked one day, “Hey, do you think that you could take Skippy with you?”  Skippy, our elderly cat, has a big place in Joel’s heart.  She doesn’t have much room in mine.  He loves her with a passion.  I tolerate her for his sake, and because my parents taught me that you shouldn’t be cruel to animals.  We tried and tried to figure out how she could go, but it was not meant to be.

I got stuck with the cat.  And each day I must act in loving ways toward her, even though I don’t feel like it.  Does this portend misery for me?  Or is it possible that these daily acts of kindness (which I would not have chosen, but which are done in the context of love)  Is it possible that I will be changed?  That some weak muscle in my character will be strengthened?  That some new shape of maturity will be carved, slowly, into my psyche because of the repetitive friction between resistance and love?

Love is as love does.  Love is not a feeling so much as it is an action – a process of doing.  It is not a noun, but rather, a verb.  It is not a mood into which we fall.  It is a construction that we carefully and intentionally build over much time. Of course we know the wonder of attraction, the enchantment of new love.  There’s nothing else quite like it in the world!  But, as Scott Peck says in his classic book, The Road Less Traveled, that early feeling is nature’s trick on us.  That is the work of pheromones, or hormones, or whatever primal juices we have oozing through us.  The work of love doesn’t start in those early days of romance when we’re feeling deliriously happy just to be together.  It is only later, when the newness has worn off, when we revert back to personal preferences, when the rigorous demands of work and the chores of daily life creep back in and establish themselves, that we begin to understand this.

The Benedictines have a wonderful name for this ongoing work of love.  They call it “continual conversion.”  To convert means, literally, to turn around, to change directions.  When you fall in love, there is an initial conversion of sorts, isn’t there?  You meet someone, and you turn in direction and in attitude.  But this is just the first of many necessary turnings if the relationship is to continue to live. “Falling in love” is replaced by something far richer: a commitment to continual conversion.

It is this way with any committed relationship.  For partners, for long-time friends, for parent and child, and even for committed members of a faith community, there is an initial turn – the joining -- and then the long process of walking together.  And it is only in this serious undertaking of relationship that true growth, true maturity is possible.  It is primarily as we begin to meet with one frustration after another – with the escape hatches closed! – that we are forced to rethink a belief, to remold an attitude, to reexamine a habit, to reinvent ourselves.  More and more parts of the self are awakened and called forth in service to the relationship.  Continual conversion is the never-ending process of stretching and widening and deepening the boundaries of the heart.

I recently read an article by an Episcopal priest, Robert Morris.  He says, “Love cannot grow without passing through various gates of purification. (A nice way of saying, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”)  Paul says that love is ‘patient and kind, not irritable or resentful.’  How will we learn this kind of love if we are never frustrated?  How will I find patience if my impatience is never provoked?  Or learn to handle irritability if never irritated?”  It is somewhat comical to think that this passage gets read most often at weddings, when we know the least about what it means.  This kind of maturity does not happen overnight.  It doesn’t spring forth, full-blown, on the day we take vows.  And it doesn’t come home with the new baby.

Listen again to the Corinthians passage, this time in the new translation by Eugene Peterson called The Message.  “Love never gives up.  Love cares more for others than the self.  Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.  Love doesn’t strut, doesn’t have a swelled head, doesn’t force itself upon others, isn’t always ‘me first,’ doesn’t fly off the handle, doesn’t keep score, doesn’t revel when others grovel, takes pleasure in the flowering of the truth . . .” (1 Cor.13:4-6)  This is describing a richness of character that none of us will ever achieve --- but we should die trying.

Now, before you think that I am suggesting that only those who are lucky enough to reach their 50th wedding anniversaries are called into growth, hear me all the way through.  Some commitments don’t last.  We know this.  In fact, I used to have a supervisor who would say, “All committed relationships will end.”  People die, and we never dreamt that they would.  People betray us, and we never thought that they would.  We betray those we love, and we never thought that we could.  And maybe it is at these junctures that we grow most profoundly.  These are not minor irritations.  These are earthquakes.  And when the dust settles, we’re forced to accept a world that doesn’t look like the one we knew.

In our relatedness, we are called upon to convert --- to turn again and again and again, against our own resistance.  We are called upon to change when we don’t want to, to grow when we hadn’t planned to, to become even larger than the promises we’ve made. Committed relationships are God’s people growing machines, and as humans, we seem to keep finding our way back into them. In fact, we yearn for them, even when we’ve been hurt very badly.  Why would we do this? 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Perhaps that is because we were created for relationship by the One who is the author of commitment, who was committed to us before our birth, who is committed to us after death and who continues to say to us what was said to the children of Israel: “I will be your God, and you shall be my people.”  This is our God, whose heart is so wide and so deep that we cannot fall out of it.  Listen to the Psalmist:  “Where can I go from Thy Spirit?  Or where can I flee from Thy presence?  If I ascend to heaven, Thou art there; If I make my bed in hell, behold Thou art there.” (Psa.139:7,8)  This is our God, whose love for us is so utterly permanent that nothing, not height nor depth nor powers nor principalities, not even our own unfaithfulness, “can separate us from the love of God so powerfully present in the person of Jesus.” (Rom.8:35)

People do change; love does not. God is faithful.  So, my brothers and sisters in Christ, hear the good news: We are loved by a God who delights in the making and keeping of committed relationships.   We are loved by a God who delights in the healing of broken relationships.  We are loved by a God who delights in healing those who have been broken by broken relationships.  Thanks be to God, “who by the power that works within us is able to accomplish abundantly far more than all we can ask or imagine.”(Eph.3:20)

Suzanne Luper

July 20, 2003