Monday, November 23, 2020

My Tribute to Dr. Richard Douglas Slack 12/25/1942 – 11/14/2020

 

God’s ways of loving and speaking are unique to every individual. Personally, God tends to teach me important lessons in a clear and tangible way through His creation in nature. A year ago I was sitting in silence on a river bank and thinking again about God and how detailed His work of art is in nature and how much more of Him is revealed to us the closer we pay attention and study it. That is what I enjoyed most about majoring in Wildlife and Fisheries sciences, especially the ecology classes, learning more about God’s design for how everything works together. What my professors all taught me has only enriched and brought more detail to these nature reflections with Jesus. As I’ve already told this story in a past blog, a bobcat snuck up on me while I was sitting near that river. It was about 15 yards away from me when I first noticed. When he saw that I saw him he jumped back. He was a really beautiful big cat and at the same time, completely terrifying. He growled at me and that was pretty unnerving to hear. I was definitely scared, but didn’t scream or cry. I instead remained calm and stood up and he jumped back some more still watching me intently. Then I took a slow cautious step out away from the steep river bank and he went back some more. So I decided he was afraid, more than I was, and I took another step out and he ran off. Fr. Kirby invited me to keep thinking about that experience. How when we encounter God, or He places something in our life, it can be beautiful, overwhelming, and terrifying all at the same time. We have to remain calm and trust Him speaking in our hearts to know the next step to take. Then we walk, trusting God with our whole life each day one step at a time. I saw this lesson lived out in a very special professor I had, Dr. R. Douglas Slack.

Dr. Slack's Retirement party. I wish I had a better quality photo but unfortunately this is the best I have. 

 

Saturday November 14, 2020 the world lost a tremendous man. Dr. Slack had been on my mind and in my prayers every now and then over the past several years since he retired. A few summers ago I found a little whooping crane Christmas ornament that made me think of him and intended to send it to him then with a thank you letter for all he did for me in school. For one reason or another it ended up being delayed until this last December I decided I ought to stop and take time to get it to him. I emailed Dr. Silvy looking for an address and his response was that Dr. Slack wasn’t doing so well in a special care facility, but gave me an address. I immediately thought the worst and hated I had waited so long to do this. I thought I was too late. I hurried to write him the letter I had always wanted to, telling him what a beautiful impact he had made on my life as a student. This is mostly that letter just rephrased to share about and honor the incredible man he was.

When I transferred into Texas A&M I was coming from a small town where I knew everyone and so felt very lost in the crowd at this university. I had one of Dr. Slack’s classes my second semester and sat near the front in a large lecture hall. I remember a time when on my way to another class I crossed paths with him in a sea of other students hurrying to and from their classes and he acknowledged me, smiled at me and said hello how are you!? It caught me off guard, but made my whole day, that one of my professors remembered me and could pick me out in a crowd. It really means a lot for a person to know they are seen and it sure meant a lot to me day.

Dr. Slack was a professor that took genuine care and interest in each and every student he taught. I am grateful for his support and encouragement to me which began with me visiting him in his office one day during that same 2nd semester. It was my first as a Wildlife and Fisheries student. I remember being very discouraged by the natural history of vertebrates class and lab. There were a lot of scientific names of species to know. When I met him at his office I told him I wasn’t sure what I was doing anymore or where I was going with this degree or if I was even cut out for it. He talked with me for almost an hour that day. He asked me questions about where I went to school before and where I grew up and about my hobbies and why I was interested in this degree and all. He took time to get to know me. He as well shared some of his own experiences. I remember us talking about the whooping cranes because that was his most treasured work. All in all, he encouraged me to not get down, to remember why I chose this degree and that with good effort I would make it. With this he again made me feel cared for in the sea of people at A&M which gave me the confidence I needed to go forward. Anytime I faced challenges thereafter in any of my classes I always thought back to that conversation and knew I would survive and would make it. I am so glad I stayed and stuck with it.

I am thankful for the wisdom he shared and am glad I was able to take as many classes possible with Dr. Slack before he retired. He had so much he wanted to teach and impart on us. I liked his personal quotes and other quotes that he would add at the top of an assignment, and the syllabus. It was little things like that that showed he really put himself, his heart into teaching. He cared so much about each of us getting a valuable lesson, rather than to just be “passed along.” Because he cared, it guided us to care too. That was something I think I encountered with every professor I had in that department which really made it stand out.

The evening seminar classes were especially the best. I was able to do that for two semesters. Those really helped me to be more prepared for the future. In those, Dr. Slack challenged us to really apply what we had learned at Texas A&M in a real and tangible way. I remember with the last one he had us make a plan for our “dream.” I took that assignment very seriously. I was overwhelmed by it at first and even put it off for a while thinking he was asking us to have life figured out which I definitely did not at that point and still don’t. I brought this assignment to prayer and even up in discussion with one of the pastors I was close to at St. Mary’s. Figuring life all out wasn’t what he was doing obviously, he was giving us tools to go forward to reach those dreams. This was the best assignment. It made us get serious about having goals and knowing what to do to reach them. It made us connect with others already living out the things we imagined doing as well as got us to collaborate and learn from each other in the class. I still use those tools, and I know I wouldn’t be where I am if it were not for that. I’ve used this when trying to get information on teaching projects, or when making a presentation for a talk, or retreat planning. This has as well even helped me to grow in my spiritual life with Jesus. I have a clear idea of where I want to be, as close to Jesus at the foot of His cross as possible. I realize the importance of collaborating and sharing faith and getting all the information I can. I seek advice from and look to others already living their faith as I want to. With God, this has helped me to move forward and get closer to that goal with every action and decision I make. That class was a beautiful gift of formation and growth in life for me and has continued definitely to be so.

Something he told me when I did my final presentation for that class stood out, and I wrote it down not long after. When I did finally present that evening, I talked about how my goal in life is to serve and give of myself for others, how the reason I enjoyed this major was learning more about what all God put into His design and how to take the best care for it. Then I was honest that I wasn’t sure how I would combine both in the future. When I finished Dr. Slack told me I did a great job and he could tell I got a lot out of this project. Then he said, “Alyson I think your goal to serve and your major are most definitely related and you just defined how as you were speaking, being a good Christian means to be a good steward and often we forget that. Science and faith go hand in hand the gap really isn’t as big as most people think it is if you look deeper into it. We need people like you in this field with those values to promote good healthy stewardship and conservation practices in our environment.” I was very touched by that. I had never looked at it this way before and he put things in order and made it clear. What he said gave me new motivation to see how I could serve God, reach out and give of myself to His creation and His people using what I have learned.

As I’ve moved forward from that, what Dr. Slack told me that evening how they are related, has definitely been true in my life and I know that this connection and appreciation for His creation is something special and unique that will continue to go forward with me no matter where I end up. With teaching and just with how I try to live conscious of creation and aware of God’s beauty and love in it, I’m motivated because biodiversity is God’s gift to us. And as I said above, God’s creation is a tremendous gift in which He uses to speak to me and teach me.  

Thinking on the bobcat encounter and what Jesus taught me then, as I said I witnessed it lived out in Dr. Slack. His diagnoses of Parkinson’s disease probably came with some fear and even sadness knowing how that disease plays out. I’m going to say though there was even a beauty in it for him too. It takes a man like Dr. Slack to see that beauty. The beauty is knowing the reality of his situation, the limitations that would soon come. With that he made the decision to retire. In his last year at Texas A&M I was blessed to have him as a professor during both the fall and spring semesters, I witnessed him taking that next step with a calm strength and trust in the Lord as he embraced the challenges and unknowns ahead not holding anything back. He continued that year to give everything he had in teaching us, as he had every semester before. I imagine he poured out even more of himself in that last year. Dr. Slack always had a plan for the future which gave him freedom to live fully in the present, never worrying or hurrying that I saw as he was consistently attentive to all of us, his students.

A few very special things happened in that last year I want to high light. Towards the end of the fall semester he and his wife invited our small seminar class over for dinner out their house. They pulled out all the stops using the fine china and even little dishes for salt I had never seen used in my life. That was so special to be in their company. He cooked his specialty, “Slack’s Paella.” I still have that recipe book and have cooked the Slack’s Paella a few times when entertaining guests. The page is a bit messy now as proof! My guests always enjoyed it though I’m not sure I have ever been able to make it as tasty as his was that evening. During the last spring semester he took our seminar class for a trip to the museum in Houston to see an IMAX about the orphaned baby orangutans and elephants, Born to Be Wild. That was very generous of him to take us all out that day. I bought that DVD when I became a teacher and showed it to every class I had, even the religion ones to lead us into a discussion about caring for God’s creation. Finally I remember his last lecture, I was emotional that day listening to him and am a little teary eyed now thinking back on it. He came dressed to the nines in a tuxedo. He dedicated the lesson to his grandsons. He with every fiber of his being poured out his passion for nature to all of us in that last lecture. It was beautiful and I still have the notes I jotted down from it. We then had a big cake to celebrate him. In all of this Dr. Slack set a good example for us about giving our all even in the face of challenges in life. He as well showed us how important we were to him, we were more than just students, he cared for us like family.

At the IMAX in our 3D goggles

I remember hearing that Dr. Slack retired so that he could spend as much time with his family and grandkids that his health would allow him to knowing it wouldn’t last. Then beyond retiring from what I understand form a brief conversation with Dr. Silvy a few years ago is that he didn’t stop giving of himself to others and to conservation efforts even as his illness was progressing. This was his life’s vocation, loving and caring for his family and as well God’s creation in conservation as they go hand in hand. I was glad to hear that about him and how things were going then. It made me think of St. Pope John Paul II who as well suffered Parkinson’s disease. I gave you Dr. Slack a little medal of St. John Paul II  when he retired. With that diagnosis this Saint as well lived as Dr. Slack did until his death. He continued to pour himself out in love for all people and give a great example to the rest of us of how to live in love even in suffering. This is a Christ-like attribute. In the person he was, Dr. Slack, in all that he taught, in how he lived, in how he cared for others, he showed so many of us the greater importance of humanity in all of God’s creation. How all we were working for in our conservation of biodiversity efforts would point back to, and was for the greater goal, of caring most for our human family, future loved ones, and everyone in the world. The following quotes comes from one of his syllabi.

“We have but one biosphere. We have a responsibility to ensure that we leave this earth ecosystem to our offspring in at least as good condition as we inherited it. Those of us so deeply honored to contribute to Conservation Science have a responsibility to use our skills, or science, and our creativity to maintain the earth’s biodiversity.” – Doug Slack. 

Dr. Slack exuded this reality and vital truth in everything he did and said. This is what this field of study is or should be all about when you get deep into it. Caring for the environment, the home God has given us as a gift, is how we can care for all people world-wide, now and in the future, especially the poor and vulnerable who have little resources already and end up being affected most by the loss of a healthy natural environment. So, the way I see it Dr. Slack’s work in conservation, in research and in teaching and in his participation in policies and such was and is all a great act of charity for the world. This truth to live by is what I learned from his life of humble, selfless stewardship, even though I only knew him a short while. His life is a great blessing. I see this, and God sees infinitely more. I would imagine when he did meet Jesus that he would be one Christ smiles at and says “Well done my good and faithful steward.”

When I sent that letter and little whooping crane out to Dr. Slack I was very glad to receive a letter back from his wife telling me how he was doing and even included a recent Christmas photo. She invited me to come visit if I was ever in the area. Some chance circumstances lead me to be in Austin for the day back at the end of February of this year. While I was eating lunch I thought maybe I should call and see if they don’t mind having a visitor. Out of shyness I almost did not as I worried that it was too last minute of a request. They both graciously invited me over for a couple hours. To my surprise, I found Dr. Slack in good spirits and up and happy to see me. He had the little whooping crane hanging in his room. We took a walk and he gave me a tour of his home telling me all about it and the beyond excellent care he was in. What I was most amused by is that he was still studying and observing! He was of course limited by being confined to the facility so he took to watching people, his fellow residents, and learned quite a bit from them! Just further proof this was his vocation and passion to understand and appreciate better God’s creation. We talked for a long time just catching up and all. I learned a lot in those few hours. We talked about my letter and the importance of telling people how you appreciate them when you get the chance. He and his wife shared how they ended up in such good care there in Austin and I learned about the value and freedom in having an idea of what you hope for and setting out towards that even though you may not have all the details figured out. You just have to trust Jesus and live one day at a time in gratitude.

This is what I witnessed in both he and his wife that day, two people living with a lot of grace, gratitude, and acceptance, appreciating all they had in life as best they could where they were. This called to mind a cactus lesson God gave me once. I found a prickly pear cactus growing way up high in a tree. How it got there, who knows, but it was thriving. It made me think about how God can make good no matter where we end up in life even if it seems far from the norm or doesn’t make sense to us. Sure living in this facility wasn't in the plan before his illness was discovered, but that is where life lead them and to me it seemed they went beyond making the best of it, not just surviving but thriving.

Mrs. Slack had to go to a meeting and left me with Dr. Slack for a bit alone. We talked some more about the classes I had with him and what I was doing then at present. I was getting ready to make my 30 day silent retreat and he was very interested to know how that would all turn out for me. So I planned to make another visit when I returned to share my adventure with him and his wife. Before I left he said, “Dr. Silvy really had you worried I was dying didn’t he?” I said yes to be honest he sure did. “He gave me a good hug and with a big smile said, “well don’t you worry I am doing good and plan on being around another 5 or 10 years.” With that I left feeling very grateful for this man’s life and very much loved.

Unfortunately we all know what happened shortly thereafter in March of 2020. So a 2nd trip was never possible, which made me incredibly sad especially learning what happened to his health once isolation began. I don’t want to dwell on that though because at the same time there is so much to be grateful for. I’m entirely grateful for a lot. I’m grateful Jesus inspired me to finally reach out and take action to get that little whooping crane to him. I am very thankful for the sense of urgency in Dr. Silvy’s email. I’m grateful I did make the call to visit them rather than give into my worries and shyness. I’m grateful they were free for me to visit. I’m grateful for those last few hours I had to be in his presence again for the first time since he had retired. I’m grateful for all the most valuable life lessons he taught me both as a student and when I was with him again earlier this year.

I invite you to pray with me for the soul of Dr. Slack and as well for his wife and family during this difficult time. Every loss is hard but a man like Dr. Slack is particularly hard to lose. He was a man who freely let the love and goodness of Jesus work through him, so many encountered the love of Christ in being known and cared for by Dr. Slack. I plan to honor his life by continuing to live in awareness, wonder and awe in appreciating the great gift of God’s creation. I as well want to live by Dr. Slack’s example, especially when faced with overwhelming challenges and fear. Take things one step at a time calmly trusting Jesus, living in gratitude for the great good in all things, and still give Him my all in every present moment no matter what happens or where I am all for God’s greater glory.

Thank you Jesus for the incredible gift of Dr. Slack


 The official Obituary for Dr. Slack can be read at this link.

https://www.dignitymemorial.com/obituaries/austin-tx/richard-slack-9903244

 

Dr. Slack is so special he got a whole page in my Aggie scrapbook! 

 

 

Monday, November 2, 2020

Pray for All the Holy Souls!

           Last Friday after picking up Aubrey from Shiner I decided to stop in St. Mary’s for a visit with her. This is something I used to like to do when I babysat Aubrey regularly. We’d take a “field trip” and go visit Jesus in the church. I would let her crawl around and she would point out Jesus and Mary. Then we would go around and I would show her the Saints in the windows as I prayed a rosary.

           Taking her in Friday was neat because she is a little older. She can now walk around so I let her go. She pointed out Jesus and Mary. She imitated me when I genuflected before the Tabernacle. Then I decided to film her a bit as she was going around being cute looking at everything. That’s when she started greeting….who? Here’s the video you can see for yourself.



           I have been pretty well convinced even before this that Aubrey, any baby, is able to see angels and saints and perhaps maybe even souls from purgatory. Maybe they are family members? They can’t quite articulate it, but sometimes you catch them smiling or intently staring at seemingly nothing. Here it would seem that she’s clearly saying hello to someone in the pew as she came back to continue to cheerfully say hi.

           This little episode made me wonder who is there in the churches with us that we cannot see? Who is there praying for us or hoping that we will pray for them? We’re never truly alone and this isn’t something to be spooked by. Rather there is an invitation here for prayer.

           Today is All Souls Day and we remember all the souls of the faithful who have not yet made it to Heaven, they wait in Purgatory. I recently read a book that was a collection of accounts about souls in Purgatory who visited living people asking for prayers and masses to be said for them to help them get to Heaven. I’ll add a link to the book at the end. It was a very eye opening read. God does on some occasions allow souls in purgatory to contact the living. There are accounts of saints, like Padre Pio for one, who have had these visits. One thing that stood out to me in reading about theses encounters and what the souls said or did according to the people they visited, is how entirely merciful God is, but also how He is perfectly just. Purgatory is a great mercy of God. These souls are on their way to Heaven, but still have some attachment to sin they must be rid of before entering. Since the souls in Purgatory cannot work this out for themselves, they rely on our prayers for them, masses said for them, communion received for them etc. The souls are suffering. They are so close to their destination, to be in full communion with Jesus, it is what they have yearned for their whole life, and Who they desire most. They are not quite there yet, so close but still so far and that causes them great suffering. The time it takes them to get there is unknown. For some it may be quick and others perhaps as long as till the 2nd coming of Christ. 

           The Church does canonize people and will declare someone to be known to be in Heaven, that's how we have our Saints, but we do not make a judgement of whether a soul could be in Hell. So for all the unknown, we must pray. This may sound weird, but I even have prayed for the mummies in the Houston Museum of Natural Science. It was a few years ago when I visited that it occurred to me that wow that is the body of a real person there, created by God, loved by God, and people just walk on by him every day. I wondered about the state of his soul. Of course he gave his life to worshiping false gods, but did he know any better? Did he have the opportunity to know any better? Only God knows the true state of his soul. So I decided then I would pray a Hail Mary for this guy and the others who lie there in the museum too. Because who really knows, they could be “long forgotten by us souls” needing a tremendous amount of prayers and all to get them moving out.

           This is why we should never take for granted that our loved ones have already “made it.” When someone we love dies, a common thing we hear with the intention of bringing comfort is, “he or she is with Jesus now, they are in Heaven, they are in paradise, at peace etc.” We don’t really know that for sure though. We can and must have great hope for that, but at the same time cannot take for granted that our loved one likely needs and is relying on our prayers for them. It is never too late to be praying for their soul. Thankfully there are many out there blanket praying for all the holy souls in purgatory as we do daily in the Mass. Of course God never forgets theses souls and they will eventually reach Him in Heaven. As I read the book though I wondered how frustrating it would be if no one was praying for you, if people assumed you were in Heaven (or perhaps did not even believe in Purgatory) and so had no worries. What if the offerings and prayers of the family of that person could help speed up their time there? I am determined to have on my headstone one day, “please pray for me,” just to remind anyone who sees it to pray for me and help me along if I am still needing it. 

 


           The Jesuit Spirituality Center there in Grand Coteau as well houses a facility that takes care of elderly retired Jesuit priests and brothers. While on my 30 day silent retreat, two of the priests died, Fr. Rodney Kissinger SJ and Fr. Rolland Lesseps SJ. I want to share a little story about the day Fr. Kissinger passed away. He died at the age of 104 during my first week. They let us know he was near that point so I had been praying for him until he passed. The night of the day he died I went to pray one of my exercises in the St. Ignatius chapel. It was the story of the rich young man who left Jesus sad because of his many possessions. I was trying to understand what Jesus was asking me to give in order to follow Him and it ended with me barely scratching the surface. Literally I thought maybe I needed to drop my suitcase full of clothes at a shelter someplace on my way home and that’s as far as I got. I was tired and decided to just head up to bed. I passed the downstairs sitting room and saw a lamp left on and went to turn it off. A binder on the table caught my eye and was surprised to see Fr. Kissinger’s name on it. It turned out to be a collection of his writings. I thought it was really neat to come upon that knowing he just died that day so I sat down with the intention to skim and winded up down there an hour and a half longer reading everything, except not his retreat book, I didn’t want to spoil anything for me. Many things he said were very profound. These two quotes caught me in particular: “It costs to be a lover, the language of love is sacrifice.” “If you want to know how much you love someone just ask yourself how much you are willing to sacrifice, not of your possessions, but of yourself for that person.” Reading this was an epiphany moment and took my prayer from earlier in the chapel, below the surface, as I realized Jesus is asking me simply for me, all of me in love, to share my whole self and life with Him in everything. This was profound for me and opened my heart to even more on through the rest of my retreat. It helped me to get out of the box and see the bigger picture Jesus was painting for me there. Then Fr. Rodney’s words “fix your eyes on Jesus” as well became a mantra for me to keep me focused on what is important. I know it was no random coincidence that Fr. Rodney “helped” me in my prayer that very day. After his burial, visiting Fr. Rodney’s grave was a daily stop and I’d ask him briefly for his special intercession and thank him for his prayers the day before and leave a flower. I asked all the deceased Jesuits there in that cemetery to pray for me. I knew they were “masters” of the exercises having experienced and likely directed many themselves. Some days as I set out to pray I was challenged wondering what could God possibly have to say for me in this or that scripture passage? What grace will He speak to me from this? Or even some days knew I needed extra help staying focused and disciplined to the hours. So I especially prayed asking for intercession on those days. I firmly believe they came through with their prayers as the graces I received daily were overwhelming and entirely beautiful!

Having these experiences with these deceased Jesuits just further accentuated to me the reality of the mystical body of Christ, the vast assembly of grace filled intercessors we have in Heaven loving us daily in communion with Jesus. It emphasized and reminded me of Jesus’ undying love and as well made me feel even more connected into the Jesuit family there in that time as I know I was being prayed for. We truly are never alone. There is a vast unseen spiritual reality surrounding us daily. We are constantly being prayed for by the saints and angels. Let us never forget to love our entire family in Jesus, especially those still in purgatory who desperately need our prayers so that they may come to full communion with Jesus, Who they were created for and Who they most long for. We can love them greatly beyond their death with our prayers. We hope one day if we must spend time in Purgatory before Heaven that someone will be remembering to pray for us to help us reach Heaven as soon as possible! Go visit and pray at a cemetery today! Like Aubrey, make a point to cheerfully say "hello" to the unseen saints and angles and pray for the souls of Purgatory next time you go to pray in a church. 

Link to the book on Purgatory.

https://www.amazon.com/Hungry-Souls-Supernatural-Messages-Purgatory/dp/0895558998