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By Anna Hjorth
When my youngest daughter stated preschool in the fall of 2017, I knew it was finally my time to join Ignatians West. I had met Anne at LA Congress a number of years earlier and I had tucked the idea in the back of my mind for a moment when I would have “more time.”
As a mother of three, with my oldest son going off to college this year, I laugh at this now. I know that I never acquired more time, I just grew in my ability to manage it, and that between drop-offs and pick-ups I could use those minutes to make a difference in the lives of others.
Prior to 2017, I had never heard of CPE (Clinical Pastoral Education) , St. Camillus Center or Father Chris Ponnet, but now I can’t imagine my life without them. I remember so clearly walking through the doors of St. Camillus Center for the first time for my Ignatians West interview and praying, “God, I don’t know if you are calling me to be a chaplain, but please guide me on the path closer to you.”
When I started my chaplaincy journey 2 years ago, I had no idea where it would lead me. I didn’t even know if it was something that I was going to like. But sometimes God calls us, and He calls us to step boldly out of our comfort zone, and into the beauty of the unknown.
This road has led to the most amazing transformation and discovery.
As I reflected on the significant moments in my life (part of the homework!), from those who have brought me the most joy, to those that have brought me the most sorrow, and everything in between, I was able to see the thread that God placed there from the moment he created me.
“Tell me a story” was something I would often say as a young child, marveling in what the other person would say, sometime laughing and sometimes crying, but always listening intently to the meaning behind the words. The calling to work with those on the margins placed deep within me since I encountered my first homeless person on the streets of San Francisco and felt God tugging on my heart and saying, “Tend my sheep.” God was also leading me to New York post 9/11, to witness the kingdom of God in the service of others.
In my vocation to help others find meaning and purpose in their lives, I have found the blessing of discovering my own. The thread of God, always present, even though sometimes invisible to me, guiding me to each next step, helping me up in my moments of weakness, and placing me purposely into situations that needed my strength.
You might be asking, so what does a chaplain do? What have I done with the 72,000 minutes I have spent with the patients at LA General Hospital? I have learned the ministry of compassionate presence, of quietly being there, not fixing or solving, just holding space and listening to what the other person has to offer.
I have held the hand of a mother who has just experienced her third miscarriage. I have walked with the young pregnant woman, incarcerated and alone, and helped her see the
beauty within herself. I have seen the regret in the eyes of the gang member for his choices that have caused harm, knowing that his experience with harm is personal, since his mother would put cigarettes out on his back as a child.
I have heard the story of the escape from post-war Vietnam, in a small boat surrounded by sharks, only to begin a new life in a foreign country that would always be so far away from home. I have sat with the grandmother of 4, who just received a terminal cancer diagnosis, lamenting the loss of time with those children. I have been the witness to many tears, and shed some of my own, knowing that being fully present and upholding the dignity of these patients, in these encounters, was the only gift that I could give them.
I will be forever grateful for this experience, for all that is has taught me, and for all the people whose stories I have been blessed to hear. I thank Father Chris for giving me this opportunity, my teacher Ram for guiding me through the process, and my fellow chaplains for supporting me along the way. I am grateful for all the friends who have been part of my story and have taught me about the power of presence in my significant life moments. And I know I could not have done this without my husband and children, whose unwavering support and encouragement gave me the courage to persevere in the moments when I didn’t think I could do it all. This process has made me a better person, wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend, and I am forever changed.
Ad majorem Dei gloriam.
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