“A Jesuit friend and I have been struck by the similarity of the A.A. twelve steps and the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius.”
Up the stairs
By November 1940 Father Ed was no stranger to AA’s office in New York. He had been writing to it since May, and St. Louis had held its first regular meeting on October 30. The letters are set out in Before the knock. Why he called on Bill W. so late in the evening, AA’s newsletter says, has never been explained, nor whether he came to New York only to meet him. Lois W. and Glenn C. both say that he came to meet Bill.
It was about ten o’clock on a night of sleet. Old Tom, the club’s caretaker, went up to tell Bill that there was “some bum from St. Louis” to see him. Bill’s room was on the second floor. Climbing the stairs caused Father Ed enormous pain, Glenn C. writes, but he went up “one laborious step at a time, instead of asking him to come downstairs.”
He said he came from the Jesuits in St. Louis, who had been reading the Big Book. He and a Jesuit friend had been struck by how much the Twelve Steps were like the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius. When Bill admitted he knew nothing of the Exercises, Pass It On says, Father Ed was delighted. They talked. Bill told him of his hopes and plans, and of his anger, despair and mounting frustrations, and unburdened himself of things he had found, until then, no way to speak of. Bill later counted that evening as his Fifth Step, admitting “the exact nature of our wrongs” to another human being.
Father Ed listened, and quoted the Gospel of Matthew: “Blessed are they who do hunger and thirst.” When Bill asked whether there was never to be any satisfaction, the priest answered, “Never. Never any.” Before he left, Robert Fitzgerald wrote in 1991, he told Bill that there was a force in him that was all his own, and that had never been on this earth before. That night, for the first time in months, Bill slept soundly.
It was the start of twenty years of letters and visits, and Bill came to speak of him as his spiritual sponsor. Bill’s side of the night is told in About fifty homes, in Number One Man.
It’s November 1940, at the AA clubhouse on West 24th Street in New York. It’s ten at night, and sleet is beating on the roof. The caretaker climbs the stairs to tell Bill W. there’s some bum from St. Louis to see him.
The bum is Father Ed Dowling, a Jesuit with a stiff back and a cane, and climbing those stairs hurts. He doesn’t ask Bill to come down. He goes up one step at a time.
He isn’t quite a stranger. Since May he has been writing to AA’s office, and at the end of October he helped start the first regular meeting in St. Louis. Now he wants to talk about the Twelve Steps, and how much they’re like the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius. Bill has never heard of them.
Before the night is over, Bill has told him things he has never been able to tell anyone.