My grandfather, Max Oshie, a.k.a. Pa, was apparently a
legendary hockey player in the late 1940s in Warroad, Minnesota. I say
"apparently" because, of course, I have no first-hand experience of
anything in the late 1940s. All I can tell you about are the stories
I've
heard. And believe me, I've heard a lot of stories. As Pa's health
began to
worsen and his passing became clearly imminent, I started to hear these
stories
a little more. There was, in fact, some effort made to get him a
Warroad hockey
jersey with his name and number on it. I'm certain he was quite pleased
to
receive the jerseys that came by FedEx in the days before his passing.
However,
as he lay there on his bed in those days, looking out in contemplation,
I find
it very hard to imagine that he was thinking about hockey. I will not
attempt
to speak for what was in his mind. If anyone can even come close to
being able
to do that, it can only be Grandma. But I will speak about his legacy,
which is
clear for everyone to see.
Pa The
Hockey Player retired long ago. At a young age,
for whatever reason, our Lord carried our Pa onto a different path. Pa
The
Hockey Player was left behind and what emerged was Pa The Husband, Pa
The
Father, Pa The Grandfather, Pa The Brother, and so many other titles
which can
be summed up in one simple phrase: Pa The Role Model. Pa was a teacher
who
taught by example. He showed us how to live our lives by simply living
his. He
was a rare man who simultaneously possessed great strength and great
gentleness. We can imagine that these qualities are difficult to
balance, and
like all of us, Pa was not perfect. But he showed us that we don't need
to be
perfect. We need only try to live like he did, to keep the things which
are
important in life at the forefront of our thoughts and actions. What
was
important to Pa, and what should be important to all of us, was family
and
faith. He was a man of strength and integrity who would stand up for
his
family. When I was a younger adult, he imparted this lesson very firmly
upon
me: that a man needs to have the strength to do this. I pray that I
will find
this strength when I need it in the coming years as I raise my family.
He was also
a man of enormous faith. Now let me be very
precise about what I mean here, so that there is no misunderstanding.
Some
people think that faith means a belief in something without proof. The
stronger
the belief, the stronger the faith. "Doubting" Thomas was the
disciple who would not believe in the resurrection until he touched the
wounds
of Jesus with his own hands. For those who think that faith is belief
without
proof, Doubting Thomas is the quintessential example of faithlessness.
But when
I say Pa was a man of great faith, this is not the kind of faith I
mean. There
are some people in this world who have the kind of faith that Doubting
Thomas
lacked -- some who can honestly profess their belief in the tenets of
their
religion -- yet still, in the words of a popular musical group, they
fret for
their latte or their hairpiece or their Prozac or their SUV. They lack
the kind
of faith that Jesus calls for in the Sermon on the Mount when he says,
"Therefore
I tell you, do not worry about your life,
what you will eat (or drink), or about your body, what you will wear.
Is not
life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds
in the
sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your
heavenly
Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you
by
worrying add a single moment to your life-span? Why are you anxious
about
clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or
spin.
But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed
like one
of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today
and is
thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O
you of
little faith?"
When I say
that Pa was a man of great faith, this is the
kind of faith I mean. It is not a belief in something without proof --
a belief
held by the intellect -- but, rather, a feeling held in the emotional
part of
our being. It is a feeling that resides in the heart or spirit or
wherever such
things live, a feeling which is the antithesis of fear, worry, and
anxiety. It
is a form of fearlessness which is born not out of brashness and
bravado, but
out of humility and simplicity. It fosters a respect for what is
important in
life and acts as a filter, preventing us from giving undue importance
to the
trivialities of our existence. This kind of faith -- this deeper and
more robust
kind of faith -- lived in Pa in great abundance.
I believe
that Pa, whose Chippewa name was (excuse my
assuredly incorrect spelling) Na-May-Ga-Po, which means "Little
Religious
Boy," met his passing without fear -- that is, with great faith. He
said so
himself in the final days. So today, let none of us be so distracted by
Pa The
Hockey Player, who lives in our memories and our photos and our
newspaper
clippings, that we fail to recognize the true legacy of Max Oshie: a
man who,
by the example of his own life, taught us about the importance of
family,
faith, and love.