Showing posts with label St. Andrew's Catholic Church. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Andrew's Catholic Church. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2018

Alanis Morissette "Ironic"

For weeks during the summer of 2002, I noticed a series of large chalk-drawn arrows on the sidewalk outside my Chicago apartment. These pink arrows first caught my attention during my morning walk to the Southport stop on the CTA Brown Line, but I didn't really take notice to where they led. As the summer wore on, I assumed someone went to great care to draw these chalk arrows because they never faded or washed away following rainstorms. Initially, I likened these arrows to envelopes you get in the mail that say "Important Information Enclosed" and the important information is a solicitation to change car insurance. At best, I assumed the mysterious arrows would merely lead to a yard sale that took place months earlier. One day that summer I would eventually devote some time to investigate where those pink arrows led.

Finally, one warm afternoon, my curiosity got the best of me and I followed the arrows from outside my apartment on Roscoe Street and continued west past Southport, Ashland, and finally to Paulina where the arrows now pointed north. Once again convinced I was headed to a non-existent yard sale, I continued on my quest. About two blocks later, the pink arrows ended at the corner of Addison and Paulina -- the final arrow pointed directly at St. Andrew's Catholic church. Suddenly, this adventure became bigger than I ever imagined.

For nearly two years prior to that summer, I regularly attended church at St. Andrew's. Growing up a Catholic, I attended mass with my parents and then continued solo as I ventured off to college and later moved to Chicago. My faith took a hit around that time as news of widespread sexual abuse and scandal within the church rocked the Catholic faithful. Similar to the the #MeToo movement, abuse victims came forward in droves for what seemed like months. One day, after an appeal for church parishioners to donate more money, my frustration boiled over and I never returned after that mass. Months later, there I was standing outside the church I once worshiped. Sometimes in life we feel like we need a sign from above to show us the way. Was this a sign? Was it fate that led me back (a la the pink arrows)? Was it just a case of irony? I don't have that answer....