Susan OLeary - Overwhelming Odds

Copyright 2008 Susan and Denny OLeary

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 5-18-270019-9

ISBN-13: 978-5182700191

ISBN: 9780615802473

Between failure and success the point is so fi ne, Men sometimes know not when they touch the line, Just when the pearl was waitingone more plunge. How many a struggler has thrown in the sponge? There is this honey in the bitterest cup, The only failure is in giving up.

(Anonymous)

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This Book Is Dedicated To YouAll Of You! Those Of You Who Were Helping In The Limelight; Those Of You Who Were Praying In The Shadows. It Is Because Of You That This Tragic Story Became Blessed. It Is Because Of You That We Were Able To Find Hope And, At Times, Even A Measure Of Serenity In The Midst Of Chaos. And It Was Because Of You That The OLeary Family Experienced The Kingdom Of God On Earth. We Will Never Forget Your Goodness!

INTRODUCTION

This is the true story of a boy, his family, a community, and a God who persevered against overwhelming odds.

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PREFACE

We Prepare for the Journey

M y husband, Denny, and I had both been cradle Catholics with religious training in grade school, high school, and college. We were even taught by nuns wearing habits. We would not miss Mass on Sunday; we would not eat meat on Friday; and we knew to call a bishop Your Excellency and a cardinal Your Eminence, although we were personally acquainted with neither. Our faith, although real, was stale and not particularly important in our daily lives. As our older children reached school age, we knew that there must be more to teach them than rote prayers, but we knew nothing more and did not spend much time or energy looking for an answer.

Our faith life began to evolve in 1976. We agreed to go on a married couples retreat at Pallottine Renewal Center in north St. Louis County to be given by Father Ken Roberts. Fr. Roberts had gained some prominence through the writing of a book Playboy to Priest, which told his story of fl ying around the world as a British Airline steward before receiving the Lords call to priesthood.

The only time that Denny or I had been on a retreat was when we were seniors in high school. A retreat is a time away from the normal concerns and pressures of everyday living, where you have the opportunity to refl ect and consider where God really fi ts into your life. The goal of Fr. Roberts retreat was to attempt to increase the presence and the awareness of the Lord in the hearts and minds of a married couple. The presentation started on a Friday evening and continued through Sunday afternoon. It was excellent. Fr. Roberts reputation as a captivating retreat master was well deserved. There were three noteworthy events, which occurred during or shortly after the retreat weekend.

The fi rst involved some good-natured disagreements with one of my long time friends from high school, who was espousing the joy of having the Holy Spirit alive in her life. Denny said, It may work for you, but it sounds like a bunch of pious nonsense to me. However, he confi ded to me that this friend was somehow different, her enthusiasm was infectious, and her suggestion that we only had to ask for the power of the Spirit, persuasive.

The next incident was connected with our purchase of Father Roberts book, which he happily agreed to autograph for us. Father Roberts signed the cover and then added, Remember Susan and Denny, Jesus is alive! We thought alive was a peculiar description. We accepted that Jesus was alive back then and that he rose from the dead and is still alive up there, but we had not experienced Him to be alive in our lives in any here and now sense. We could not help but notice the similarityboth my friend and Father Roberts used the word alive.

The third event took place the following weekend. Another couple on the retreat drove 45 minutes from their home in west St. Louis County to our home in north St. Louis County, merely to drop off a pamphlet entitled Baptized in the Spirit, written by a charismatic Christian named Steve Clark. They told us that the small book described in detail the actions of the Holy Spiritin the lives of the early disciples and explained that the power was still availableif we only would ask for it.

Denny haphazardly picked up the pamphlet and glanced at it. A few of the lines caught his eye and he began to read it. Before I knew it, he was engrossed in the message and quickly devoured it from cover to cover. The following night he asked me if I would be interested in going with him to the charismatic prayer meeting, which took place every Tuesday night in our parish. Denny and I had been to one or two prayer meetings in the past, but concluded that the unbridled enthusiasm, the uplifted arms, and the shared prayer at the meeting were strange at best, and simply not for us.

Very reluctantly, I went to the Tuesday night gathering with him. Midway through the meeting, Denny asked to be prayed over. That was all these zealots needed. He was led to a chair in the center of the room, with hands, arms, and smiles surrounding him. Though somewhat terrifi ed, I was impressed with their genuine joy at the thought of sharing something, which they believed they possessed, in response to Dennys request for the Power of the Holy Spirit in his life. Inexplicably to me, Denny claimed to be able to feel the reality of the presence and indwelling of the Holy Spirit. Although there have been some peaks and valleys in his fervor, Dennys faith life changed dramatically and has never again been the same.

During the next few days, I resented this newfound spirituality. I realized that Denny would certainly want to go back to that crazy prayer meeting the following week and I felt somehow left out. I decided to read Clarks pamphlet and, amazingly, I was moved by it. I remember thinking I dont fully understand this, but it seems to be real and if it is, I want it.

The next week was my turn to request prayer for the fullness of the Holy Spirit in a tangible and life-changing way. I nervously headed to the same chair in the center of the room that Denny had occupied a week earlier and timidly told those gathered around that I wanted to be prayed over. A sweet lady leaned over me and asked if there was anything special I wanted to ask the Lord for. I remember hoping to receive the gift of tongues, which I felt would be the tangible sign that all of this was authentic. However, I did not share that with the group. Only the Lord knew my heart that night. I received the Holy Spirit and the gift of tongues. It was a life-changing experience. I have never been the same.

In the next few years, we became active in the charismatic renewal within our church, recognizing that the enthusiasm engendered by our experience was a starting point only and not an end in itself. Our faith took on meaning, liturgies were exciting, the scriptures became alive, and our knowledge of Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior became the central truth of our existence. We no longer had to worry about what to tell our kids about a Savior who died 2000 years ago. We could tell them about the living, loving, caring Lord in our lives, here and now. Father Richard Rohr, a Franciscan charismatic priest whom we heard initially at a mission in our parish, once said, Faith is remembering in the darkness what we have experienced in the light.

Denny and I had spent all of our lives in the light with precious few moments of darkness. We were both healthy, our beautiful children were healthy, our parents were all alive, we had a wonderful home, enough money, great vacations and Denny took pride in being an attorney and loved his work in litigation. Faith, prayer, and praise were an integral part of an exciting and blessed life.