We the Living

What does it mean to be a creator and a producer; to worship Life?  If you are reading this blog, then you are one of us.  I’ll give some examples:

I have been working in Industrial Construction in the process industries (refining, midstream, oil production) for quite some time.  Due to my position on most jobs I’m one of the last to leave after the project is started up by the Operations department.  It is a sharp contrast.  One week it is like a kicked over ant pile with men scrambling around working to meet the deadline, and a week later you are by yourself on the site, walking around looking at what you created and hearing it come to life.  During times like that you get an unusual feeling which I could not explain nor even describe.  It’s akin to sadness, but it is not sad.

So one day I was talking to my buddy who has forgotten more about projects than I’ll ever know, and still knows more than me, and he started smiling.  And he said, “James, when you build something, you leave a little of yourself with it, and that’s what you’ve been feeling.”.  And he nailed it.

Another example, my son worked in the oil fields for summer work.  We were going to head back home after summer, and he wanted to show me one of the projects he had help build (you can see the other one on the cover of my book.)  So we drove to the site, and no one was there, and he took me on a tour.  I could tell he had the feeling, so I told him about it.  He then took me in an equipment shack and showed me were he had written his initials either on a pipe or I-beam.

What I am talking about is the Virtue of Magnanimity, a CATHOLIC virtue.  You, especially men, should pray to be given graces to grow in the habit of this forgotten virtue.  It is the belief in doing great things, and doing them.  Yes this is a virtue of the Catholic Church.  Research it sometime.  I recommend that you read Josef Pieper, especially On Hope.

I’ll leave you with some Pieper:

The original desire for the good takes its energy from the ever-pulsating momentum of that Origin in which man, answering the creative call of God, flew across the abyss which parts nothingness from existence.  It is the moment with which the possible bursts with a roar into the radiant dawn of its first bright realization: the swift current of a stream that originating in the  darkness of mere Nature and steadily fed by its source, crosses by the dictates of innate conscience into the realm of freedom.