The gospel in today’s liturgy gives us a familiar phrase:
*No one can serve two masters. He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other.*
While I had certainly heard this phrase before, somehow I didn’t remember it in this context. I have often thought of this, but the pull in two directions for me was not the world vs. God, rather family vs. everything else. It seems that so many things act against maintaining a solid family. We work hard to provide the basics for our family and to have some “extras.” Oftentimes that hard work means more time for work and less time for family, and leads to much frustration. I remember making a decision as a single mom worried about finances with just my teaching nursing — a decision that would be life-changing. I joined the Army Reserves – a decision that at the time seemed very safe for the immediate future with the possibility of long-term benefits. As I raised my hand in October 1986, I never imagined what could happen in August 1990. The invasion of Kuwait rocked my world and put (at least in my eyes) my family in peril. I remember praying more than ever before every day – attending daily mass at 6:30 a.m. with my 11-year-old who was sleepy but determined to go with me daily and pray her heart out – and freely distributing Saint Jude cards to anyone who would take one and asking for prayers. Perhaps that should have been a big clue about which Master I needed to be directing my energy toward.
Miraculously, I was not deployed although about one-third of my unit was sent. I have no doubt my prayers were answered. Yet, I was still not attuned enough to search at that time as to find the right Master. I was still at it, working hard and perhaps believing I was in control of my life. It was not until about seven years later that I realized that no matter what was happening in my professional life or even in my personal life, there was an emptiness. Clearly, my masters were not leading me in the right direction. I remember telling a colleague and friend that I was soul weary – I could find physical rest and even emotional rest, but my soul was tired. I longed for the spark that burned when I was younger, the spark I felt when I did mission trips to the Dominican Republic with ILAC. My friend suggested I go to Sacred Heart Church in Omaha – from the first moment I attended, the music captured my heart and the rest is history. I found what could penetrate and revive my soul - I found (and still find) that my true Master speaks to me through music. Now you know why I try to include a song link with every reflection. The fact that about eight months later I met my husband there also points out the plans my Master had for me.
One of the many songs that captured my heart at Sacred Heart was “Precious Lord” sung by their gospel choir. It was written in the 1930s by Rev. Thomas Dorsey when his wife and child both died in childbirth. I never thought I would be including a link to Elvis Presley – however, it was the most beautiful version I found.
Nancy Shirley
I returned to Creighton in December 2003 having previously taught at Creighton from 1980-1989 and involved in many campus activities including ILAC and CEC House. Since returning, assumed Faculty and Administrative roles on both Omaha and Phoenix campus prior to retirement August 2022. Served as the Nursing Director for ILAC from 2013 – 2021 and as a reservist in the Army Nurse Corps for 23 years.
I am a grateful child of God, wife, mother, nana, and retired nursing professor. My husband and I met at church and have walked this extraordinary journey together experiencing CEC in 2004 and growing more committed to our beliefs. In addition to my husband, I am blessed with a wonderful daughter and son, who in turn are blessed with wonderful partners. My son’s four children bring us all endless joy and delight. My daughter’s daughter (our youngest grandchild in Phoenix) has been a true gift beyond description. In early 2023, I became a Great-grandma!! I am now retired faculty at Creighton having taught nursing here from 1980-1989 and returned “home” in 2003 to teach nursing at all levels and to administer the undergraduate program on both campuses until 2022. My mantra has been My life is God’s gift to me; what I do with my life is my gift to God!!
Now in retirement, I appreciate more and more all the ways that I find God in my life especially through my family and garden and through music and song. I find listening to Christian music daily in the car keeps the right message in my head. It is, indeed, a blessing to be part of this ministry. Writing reflections is an opportunity to ponder the readings deeply in my heart and to share those musings and some music that further touches my soul. I am a recipient of God’s grace with each one I write.
