Ralph McInerny, You Make Me Smile
February 3, 2010 by Bradley Birzer
Ralph McInerny died this past weekend.
Death is, of course, as much a part of life as living is. No one escapes it. And, yet, we never get entirely used to or comfortable with it. At least, I don’t. Memories of the loss of a daughter and grandfather still haunt me. And, yet, I love to walk through the cemetery across the road from my house—a stunning 19th century cemetery full of mystery and hope and beauty. Live lived fully, lives barely lived, complex stories each.
When I saw this past Saturday on Carl Olson’s Ignatius Insight Scoop blog that Ralph McInerny had passed away, I smiled. I ran to the top of the stairs, yelled down to my wife that he had died, and then I smiled again.
I will fully admit, this is not my usual first reaction to hearing about a death. But, McInerny seems a special case. After reading Carl’s posting, my first image—even before hollering down to my wife–was that of McInerny meeting his own wife, Jacques Maritain, Aquinas, and Dante beyond the Gates. I have a feeling the several of them have a lot of catching up to do; and I’m equally sure that the conversation will continue. . . eternally.
Though I consider one of McInerny’s sons, Dan, a good friend, I only had the privilege of meeting the father once. Sponsored by our college Catholic Society, Ralph McInerney came to Hillsdale shortly after I arrived here (1999) and gave an excellent talk to a group of Catholic faculty. I found him piercingly intelligent and equally kind. His visit has stayed with me through the past decade.
Just writing this quasi-obituary, the smile returns. What more could a Christian give to the world than what McInerny gave, short of martyrdom?
Surely, if there is justice, history will remember McInerny as one of the wittiest Christian thinkers and apologists of his age. A pillar of all that is good at the University of Notre Dame—indeed, perhaps one of the three men (along with Fathers Bill Miscamble and Marvin O’Connell) who has served as Notre Dame’s conscience for years—a proper critic of the excesses of the culture surrounding Vatican II, a “Peeping Thomas” as he called himself, and a prose writer of considerable grace and imagination, McInerny offered himself as a citizen of the City of God to this City of Man during the entirety of his lifetime.
Now residing in Michigan, my wife (a Texan) and I (a Kansan) frequently and insanely pack five children into our Honda Odyssey (named “Aeneas” just to spite the Greeks) and venture to the middle and southern parts of the country to visit our respective extended families. While the kids spill stuff (which will remain for this quasi-obituary undefined) on the seats and the floor of the van, push one another, and watch the landscape fly by, my wife reads McInerny novels to me. Being more than a bit of an obsessive-compulsive, Germanic control-type of person, I drive. I also listen. McInerny’s works have been a central part of our family travels since our marriage. I know his protagonists well—Roger Knight, Father Dowling, and Vincent Traeger. They almost seem like family.
But, it’s not just McInerney’s mysteries. I will never forget one drive when Dedra (my wife) read a particular passage from his 1991 novel, The Search Committee. The passage involved a committee discussion about which minority/”outgroup” person would be most qualified to serve as a university chancellor. The answer, stated with complete irreverence, was so funny, that at least ten mile markers flew by before we could stop laughing. I’ll leave the answer for your own reading pleasure.
And, I’ll never forget the sobering and emotional (to the point of being gut wrenching) moments in Professor McInerny’s Connelly: A Life, the story of a “Spirit of Vatican II” priest re-evaluating his life and its meaning.
For years, McInerny served as the Michael P. Grace Professor of Medieval Studies at Notre Dame. A proper and just title, indeed. A professor, a writer, a wit, a father, a husband, a publisher, an editor. . . .
So, Professor McInerny, I continue to smile. You give me great hope in the power of a Christian, a professor, a thinker, and an author to temper, to poke fun of, and even—through the gratuitous gifts of grace—to leaven this City of Man.
Ralph (if I may), enjoy the reunions and the conversations far beyond this world. I hope to join you some day.
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.......Many Blessing!
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Amen.
I’m not a Catholic nor did I know the distinguished Ralph McInerny, but your post eulogizing the man has given me a glimpse of who he was and how he touched peoples.
By mere coincidence I came across a bunch of books sprawled in front of an apartment building early yesterday morning. Being a lover of books, I wanted to adopt them all. But, as time and schedule would have it, I was only able to rescue one. That book turned out to be “The Priest” by Ralph McInerny.
As I read the first few pages while waiting at the bus stop. I liked the style of writing and determined to later google the author and find out more about him. Meanwhile, later that day I was to call the Sacred Heart Parish at Univ. of Notre Dame where my late father’s name was to be included in the mass being read at the Basilica crypt this weekend.
While browsing the web for a phone number to Sacred Heart I came across the obituary of the author of the book I’d rescued earlier that morning. In reading the obituary I was shocked to find out he was affiliated with Notre Dame and his name had recently been included at Mass as well. I believe he was buried at the Basilica.
When I contacted Notre Dame’s Rev. Thomas J. Jones csc, I asked about Mr. McInerny. Rev. Thomas said he knew him well and had visited him frequently at the hospital.
I share this all with you because in the past few days leading to the upcoming mass, I’ve been thinking of my father quite a bit. When all the pieces of this coincidence finally fell togethe: the rescuing a book, the author’s recent passing and his affiliation with Notre Dame, Rev. Jones prayers at his hospital bed. I get the feeling that my father and Ralph McInerny will be crossing paths in heaven. The realization brought a smile to my face like the one you mentioned you had in your post. I guess you could call it comforting.
So I’ll read the book “The Priest” knowing that it was meant for me to read it. The book carries a slight smokey smell as if it had survived a fire. Maybe that’s the message, one of soul survival.