"There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.” (ESV)
With her tea cup clanging as it hits the saucer, my great Aunt Anna lifts the cup to her lips and takes a sip. I sit in eager anticipation of the history that is about to come to life.
Extreme discipline is at the heart of the story below based on Anna's recollection.
Circa 1915
Mary is in the principal's office standing in front of Sister Jaine.
"Hold out your hands."
Reluctantly Mary lifts her hands, palms down.
With a ruler, Sister Jaine whacks them.
As the beating continues, “You were told not to walk across the Protestant church yard and you disobeyed.”
Mary’s knuckles start to bleed.
“I hope you have learned your lesson,” says Sister Jaine, “You may return to class.”
Mary returns to class with bloodied knuckles. The pain and swelling make it hard to concentrate on her lessons.
Once classes are over, Mary walks down the stairs and finds Anna waiting for her. They head out of the building together. Holding out her bloodied knuckles, Mary shares her story with Anna as they walk home.
“It’s not right, Mary, you shouldn’t have been punished like this,” says Anna.
“When I get home, I’m telling my parents what happened,” says Mary.
The next day Mary’s father walks her to school and into the principal’s office. In a fit of rage, he informs Sister Jaine that Mary will no longer be a student here.
The following afternoon, Anna
heads from class to the main entrance of the school. Sadness sets in with the knowledge that Mary will no longer be joining her on the walk home. Then the image of Mary’s bloodied knuckles comes to mind and the wrongness of it haunts her. They tell us that we’re not allowed to cross a Protestant church yard. What is that going to do to us? They tell us we can’t enter a synagogue or any other church not Catholic. I’m not going to become another religion by entering their building or walking across their yard. Why are we being taught to hate? This doesn’t make sense.
Afterward
Following the telling of this story, Anna proclaimed, “I still believe in my
religion, but why in the name of God was it wrong to cross the yard of a church that’s
not Catholic. I went to Jewish ceremonies.
I went to Greek baptisms. Doing these things did not make me choose another
religion. I believe everyone has a right to their religion. You can
believe what you want, just don’t push it on others. I married a Protestant and
I loved him just as much as if he were Catholic.”
Reflection
When fearful I need to check my words and actions to see if there's a ruler, of sorts, in my hand. Fear clouds my judgment and won't allow me to make informed and caring decisions. My great Aunt Anna would not let anyone bully her into prejudice. Checking out other faiths, as well as people not like her, Anna's life was enriched with an eclectic group of friends.
Who do you identify with in this story? Are you the child with bloodied knuckles? Maybe you're the friend who dared to enter the yard and building of another faith? Or maybe, like me, there are times when you're fearful and it's tempting to pick up a ruler.
Note:
Anna Bella (Landry) Bradley was 97 years old when she revealed this story. She lived on her own until about six weeks before her death at the age of 103.
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