Seize the Moment: That time we joined a pagan homeschool Co-Op
“I think we should join this pagan homeschool co-op.” Those are words you don’t hear every day. Yet, sure enough, about two years ago my wife made that announcement from the other end of the house. Sufficiently derailed from my work in the office, I joined her in the living room to try and make sense of this. We should join a what?
My wife laid out her reasoning: 1. This family opens their home to other families once a week for social and educational activities. 2. Their website is cheerful and friendly. 3. They welcome all families: big ones, small ones, weird ones, messy ones. 4. They promptly replied to my wife’s request for more information. 5. They’re not trying to proselytize anyone. 6. It’s inexpensive. 7. It’s not that far away.
That all sounded great, but I couldn’t get past the “pagan” part. Exactly how pagan are they? Were there no Catholic co-ops we could join? I was concerned, to say the least. But, after talking to the lady who runs the co-op and researching other options in our area, my wife was convinced this was worth a shot.
Before you can appreciate the impact of this decision, you need to know something about my family: We’re not easy to accommodate. We’re loud. We’re messy. We’re awkward. We’re needy. We break things. We require heaps of mercy and forbearance. As such, we’re always wondering, “Where’s the line?” What’s the mistake, offense or misbehavior that will finally make people say, “Enough”? Sometimes we can foresee where the line will be; other times we have to feel it out and hope for the best.
FEELING OUT THE PAGANS
When our family enters someone else’s space, we’re basically asking them, “Are we more important to you than your peace and quiet? Your sense of order? Your need to be in control? Even your prized possessions?”
Thanks be to God, when we entered this family’s home, they said yes every time, and they said it resoundingly. Far from just putting up with us, they have invited us to join them for trips to the zoo and backyard barbecues. My wife has made close friends with the moms in the group, and the other kids are always excited when my kids arrive.
Speaking of my kids: So far they have broken two glass lanterns, spilled Tiki torch oil all over the family’s deck, eaten their food, invaded every room in their house, and even snuffed the life out of their pet goldfish (accidentally) and this family still – still! – welcomes us with open arms. Do you know what that’s called? Radical hospitality.
Radical hospitality is more than providing coffee and donuts. It means making someone feel welcomed, valued and affirmed far beyond expectations. It’s a hospitality that doesn’t count the cost. It’s a yes to the prospect of the other that establishes the other as the highest good.
This is the hospitality of Abram before the three visitors (Gen. 18:1-5), of Jesus at the feet of the apostles (Jn. 13:3-5), of the master of the feast before the poor (Lk. 14:12-14), of Mary before the transforming power of the Spirit (Lk.1:38).
What makes this hospitality so powerful and healing is that it’s rare and meets an intense desire. In a society that fosters egocentricity and obsessive cost calculation, it’s rare to be truly welcomed. It’s rare to be treated with the dignity you deserve. It’s rare to be genuinely loved – and, at the end of the day, that’s all anyone really wants.
As Catholics, our families and our parishes are called to extend that kind of radical hospitality. Are you prepared to “remove your sandals before the sacred ground of the other” (Evangelii Gaudium, 169)? If not, why not?
Nicholas Hardesty is the associate director of Adult Evangelization and RCIA for the Center for the New Evangelization, an archdiocesan initiative that empowers parishes and schools to equip the laity for missionary discipleship. [email protected].
This article appeared in the July 2021 edition of The Catholic Telegraph Magazine. For your complimentary subscription, click here.