Column Deacons like Dan offer wisdom of experience
By TIM UNSWORTH
Daniel Joseph Collins was an
elevator operator, security guard and, later, the site supervisor at the 645
North Michigan Avenue Building on Chicagos Northside. You couldnt
miss him when you crossed the lobby. He greeted everyone. He nudged people out
of their compulsive little egos and made them feel good.
Ursula and Stanley Johnson run a high-level art gallery at 645.
Jean and I visited often, responding to Dans greeting with a smile and a
nod of the head.
My friend Marty Hegarty once had an office in that building and,
years ago, informed me that Collins was one of the Chicago archdioceses
now 595 permanent deacons and that he worked with people with addictions.
Beyond that, I didnt know much about Deacon Dan, although I
later learned that he liked my columns. Had I known that, I would have brought
him boxes of candy.
Recently, I learned that Dan Collins had been found dead in his
Elmwood Park home of what appeared to be cardiac arrest. He was 73 and had long
suffered from diabetes. He had never married. There were no immediate
survivors. He gave his body to science.
I learned all this when his friend, Fr. John Lynch, pastor of St.
Catherine-St. Lucys in Oak Park, Ill., called and suggested that I come
to his funeral service at Our Lady of Ransom Parish, where Dan served as a
deacon. Come and hear the peoples stories, Lynch said.
Youll learn a lot.
I went and met St. Francis of Assisi.
Daniel Joseph Collins would merit at least six pages in the Old
Testament. The Old Testament is filled with raw passion and great
characters, John Lynch said during Dans memorial homily.
Dan belongs in the Old Testament. He could make Moses
blush. There were no empty calories in his homilies or talks. His language was
often R rated, but you never missed the message. In a world where even dioceses
hire public relations people to spray deodorizer over their decisions, Collins
simply thundered the truth in unfiltered, unvarnished language. Ive
been there. Done that. Dont do it, he would say. But if you
do, Ill be there.
To one of the thousands of troubled teenagers he dragged kicking
and screaming out of addictions, he was known to say: Pay attention!
Listen to me! Or Ill drop kick your ass out of here!
They listened.
Collins had been there all right. He was raised in a wealthy
family in Cincinnati. He learned drinking at his mothers knee. The poor
soul wasted her familys money and eventually drank herself to death. She
bequeathed her alcoholism to Dan.
He was bright and industrious with a good head for figures. He
entered the Jesuits with the intention of becoming a priest. Somehow, he got
close to the cash box and, when the Jesuits dismissed him for failing to keep
the cork in the bottle, he took a bundle of cash with him -- funds essential to
his drinking.
There was a series of other jobs, all seemingly near the
check-writing machine or cashbox. At one bank, he worked his way up to head
teller before being let go for drinking and after he had cleaned out some cash
from the vault. Finally, he spent a period in another congregation where one
version has it that he was placed in a position of trust -- near the money. He
was invited to leave when his drinking became obvious. He cleaned out their
cash drawer and left, went on a spree of drinking and traveling, confident that
this was occult compensation of some kind.
This time the feds followed, and he went to the slammer five years
for embezzlement. While there, he enrolled in Alcoholics Anonymous, not to stop
his addiction, but to cut his jail time -- so that he could get back on the
bottle. On the day he was released, he did just that.
In February 1968, he ended up in the drying-out tank at a Chicago
hospital. The doctors there informed him that he was going to kill himself. He
checked himself out of the hospital, pulled out $10 he had hidden in one of his
socks and went on his final bender.
John Lynch was then a newly ordained priest, working with the
legendary Msgr. Ignatius McDermott, who had spent most of his 63 years in the
priesthood as an addictions activist. Lynch literally pulled Collins out of the
gutter and got him into one of McDermotts treatment programs.
For the next 31 years, Daniel Joseph Collins never drank another
drop. He helped literally thousands of others, particularly young adults, to
sobriety and to what he called an attitude of gratitude. His pleas
didnt always take root. According to Dans count, at least 100 young
adults could not be saved from premature deaths. For Dan, it was the equivalent
of a mine disaster.
His modest job kept him in food, shelter and clothing, and the
phone at his security desk permitted him to field calls from people on the
edge. He drove to work each day, praying instead of succumbing to road rage.
Virtually all his off hours, including weekends, were spent in volunteer work.
He spoke at AA and Alateen meetings. He counseled youths in addiction programs
in prison and at treatment centers. He brought the Eucharist to mentally
challenged adults at developmental centers. He took his turn preaching at Our
Lady of Ransom. He simply had no other life. Deacon Dan was the corporal and
spiritual works of mercy rolled into one burly body.
The church was filled with people, pony-tailed men in leather
jackets. It was clear that some were not Catholics. Yet, all responded to the
kiss of peace, something Dan must have taught them. Dans friend, Mike, a
recovering alcoholic, gave the eulogy.
He had run it by his pastor who cautioned: Mike, you
cant say that in church! But Mike said it anyway. Citing Dan, he
thundered: People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.
And, if you dont like that, ram it!
Preach always, Collins would say, quoting St. Francis of
Assisi. If necessary, use words.
At the reception following the Mass, people shared stories about
the man they all knew. Its odd but one measure of a persons
greatness is that people feel enriched when talking about them after
theyre gone.
He was my sponsor for 15 years, a young truck driver
said. If he wasnt there for me, Id be dead. There were
others who had been raised in addictive families and who have avoided the
contagious disease because Dan taught them about both tough love and
forgiveness. He was a healthy adult figure for many teens who had grown up
among unhealthy adults.
Although they are likely the fastest growing group in the church,
permanent deacons dont get a lot of ink. Currently, there are 11,788 of
them in all kinds of ministries.
They are now in all but seven dioceses in the United States.
Its likely that if the church ever loosened the celibacy restriction, the
already ordained permanent deacons would be the first to be recruited. They are
men with mileage on them. Few, if any, have had as many experiences as Dan, but
virtually all bring the kind of wisdom that comes only with living.
Chicagos major papers gave Dan a much longer obit than they
do for some of its more prominent citizens. One never knows, but his remembered
life might save another from the earthly hell of addiction.
Tim Unsworth writes from Chicago. You can reach him at
unsworth@megsinet.net
National Catholic Reporter, August 27,
1999
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