That was the first day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders.
It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.
I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange ...very strange.
Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.
When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone: "Do you think I'll ever find God?"
"No!" I said very emphatically.
"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."
I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out: "Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find him, but I am absolutely certain that he will find you!"
He shrugged a little and left my class and my life. I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!"
Later I heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly grateful. Then a sad report, I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer.
Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe.
"Tommy, I've thought about you so often. I hear you are sick!" I blurted out.
"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."
"Can you talk about it, Tom?"
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"
"We'll, it could be worse."
"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women and making money are the real 'biggies' in life."
I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)
"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, " is something you said to me on the last day of class."
He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised me. Then you said, 'But he will find you.' I thought about that a lot.
"When the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, then I got serious about locating God.
And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened.
"I decided to spend what time I had left doing something profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said:..
'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.'
"So I began with the hardest one: my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him."
"Dad. . ."
"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.
"Dad, I would like to talk with you."
"I mean. .. . It's really important."
The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"
"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that."
"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me.
We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me.
"It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other,
and started saying real nice things to each other.
"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come to me when I pleaded with him.
Apparently God does things in his own way and at his own hour. "But the important thing is that he was there. He found me. You were right, Professor.
"Tommy, could I ask you a favor? Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me?"
In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me.
So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it.
He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class.
Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision.
He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.
Before he died, we talked one last time. "I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.
"I know, Tommy."
"Will you tell them for me? Will you . . .tell the whole world for me ?"
"I will, Tommy. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."
So, to all of you who have been kind enough to listen to Tommy's story, thank you.
And to you Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven:
"I told them, Tommy . . . as best I could."
John Powell, Professor, Loyola University
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