Book:“While I Breathe, I Hope: A Mystagogy of Dying” by Richard R. Gaillardetz
One of the joys I have in my ministry is travelling to other religious communities to facilitate retreats. A special “perk” is that members of the communities with whom I am working will often recommend to me books they have read.
Recently, a group of Sisters suggested I might appreciate a book, (they kindly gave me a copy) entitled, “While I Breathe, I Hope: A Mystagogy of Dying” by Richard Gaillardetz, late Chair of Systematic Theology at Boston College. From its title I didn’t think it looked too promising. It certainly didn’t sound like a book to invite curling up in a comfy chair to read .. And let’s face it, how many have even heard the word, “mystagogy”? (It means a process to guide people in the mysteries of life in Christ).
I somewhat reluctantly opened the book one evening during the retreat. Contrary to my presuppositions I couldn’t put it down! It is one of the finest and most moving books I have ever read. It is truly a vivid guide in the mysteries of a life lived fully, with all its joys, ups and downs, doubts and faith, despairs and hopes, loves and losses, in Christ Paschal Mystery writ large.
Diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer, Richard Gaillardetz, began sharing his experiences in a blog, posted on the support website, “CaringBridge”, from which the chapters of the book are derived. They are written sequentially during the last months of his life. Here, Gaillardetz seeks guidance from his Christian faith for the journey of dying. Each segment of the book ends with the Latin phrase, Dum spiro, spero, “while I breathe, I hope”. In his personal journey at the end of life he finds challenges and consolation in his faith and he also discovers new meanings in faith practices and in the Church’s liturgical seasons and celebrations.
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Beyond these ponderings, Gaillardetz reflects on his natural human struggles, his fears and doubts, joys and suffering, family relationships, on the nature of love and friendship and on the importance of accompaniment on the journey. He speaks, in most eloquent ways, of the gifts of grace in moments of darkness. At the same time, he interweaves humour, analogies from sports, images from art, inspirations from music and “down to earth” commentary on the radiance and gifts of life’s ordinariness.
This is a read for all and, perhaps, most especially, for those facing imminent death, for carers, family and friends and those grieving. Comfort is in each turn of the page. It is compelling, irresistible, utterly engaging and heart-rending. It is paradoxical in its exploration of both dying and the ultimate sureness that while I breathe, I hope and thereafter. Truly inspirational!
-Sister Mary Rowell, CSJ