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128 pages, Paperback
First published September 8, 1997
"Adam, in some mysterious way, had become an image of the living Christ for me just as Jesus, when he lived on the earth, was friend, teacher, and guide for his disciples. In and through Adam I came to a truly new understanding of those relationships of Jesus, not just as they were lived long ago, but as Jesus desires to live them now, with me and with us, through the weakest and most vulnerable people." - Page 15
I’m reading Henri Nouwen’s Adam: God’s Beloved, his memoir of Adam Arnett, a nonverbal, profoundly disabled man Nouwen cared for at the L’Arche Daybreak Community.
Nouwen had initially planned to write a small book about the Apostle's Creed but chose instead to write about Adam, whom he describes as “an unusual teacher, because he couldn't think reflectively or articulate ideas or concepts; an unusual guide, because he couldn't give me any concrete direction or advice” (page 15). What he gave us instead is, I’m convinced, a more vivid picture of the living Christ than any creed could provide.
The other day, a dear friend kindly asked if I should be reading this book. I told him I had put it off long enough. With Connor's recent graduation and our new life with Trish as his caregiver and me as his trusty manservant, I was longing for the perspective Nouwen could give me—not just perspective but companionship. Nouwen walked where we are walking. It feels less lonely now.
"My many words, spoken or written, always tempted me to go up into lofty ideas and perspectives without keeping in touch with the dailiness and beauty of ordinary life. Adam didn't allow this." - Page 49
The same is true of Connor. He doesn’t care what I’m reading, how well-researched my sermon is, or what degrees hang on my wall. He demands touch, tickles, and Mountain Dew. If my communion with Christ doesn’t show up in how I treat Connor, I’ve missed the kingdom.
I do find it difficult reading the book now, though, knowing there were abuses at L'Arche (of which Nouwen was apparently ignorant). That knowledge casts a shadow, yet I believe Nouwen's writing still bears witness to every person's dignity and the possibility of Christ's presence—especially in places where the world refuses to look.
Long ago, I began making peace with the reality that, sooner or later, my heart will be broken because I love this boy.
What Nouwen offers isn’t a way around that heartbreak but a way through it. His words, shaped by tender grief and fierce love, have shown me a path.
Someone else has crossed this raging river.
He found the stones with his feet.
And now he’s showing me how to find them for myself.
"I still remember a woman visiting the New House, walking right up to Adam, and saying, “Poor man, poor man, why did this happen to you? Let me pray over you so that our dear Lord may heal you.” She motioned the assistants to make a circle around Adam to pray. But one of them gently tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Adam doesn't need any healing; he is fine. He is just happy that you came for dinner. Please join us at the table.” I do not know whether this visitor was ever ready to be touched by Adam, to see his wholeness and holiness in his brokenness, but she did come to realize that everyone in the house was very happy with Adam the way he was." - Page 68