“Father Ed is made of the stuff of the saints. Now here he is.”
A little Jesuit
At AA’s General Service Conference in New York in April 1952, Bill W. closed with a benediction naming the people who had lit candles for AA. One was “a little Jesuit, Ed Dowling, laboring among his flock, lame and relatively obscure.” That spring Bill was writing Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, and he sent Father Ed his drafts. For the first time, he asked for something simple to read on the Spiritual Exercises. There was only “the dry text,” Father Ed answered, and he sent Bill an edition by an Anglican clergyman, W. H. Longridge.
In June a retinal stroke put him in the hospital for nearly a week and made it hard to read. Friends taped the drafts so he could hear them, and his sister Anna read to him. “My retinal stroke, sans pain and sans labor, is giving me an enjoyable loaf,” he wrote to Bill in July.
The book came out in April 1953. That same month he spoke to the National Clergy Conference on Alcoholism and set the Steps beside the Exercises, part by part (Step for step). Should a priest join AA, he asked them? “Frankly, I don’t think the Church needs saving nearly as much as the man.”
At Christmas he wrote to Bill and Lois W. about an experiment: a Cana Conference for couples from AA, from Cana, from Divorcées Anonymous, and from Recovery Inc., Dr. Abraham Low’s self-help group for people with mental troubles, whose St. Louis group, AA’s newsletter says, he had opened in an office of The Queen’s Work. A year later he wrote “How to Enjoy Being Miserable,” which ends: “May you enjoy a miserable Christmas! No other kind can really be merry.”
In July 1955 AA held its twentieth-anniversary convention in his own city. On Sunday morning, July 3, after Bill’s introduction, “A great cheer of welcome greeted Father Ed Dowling as, indifferent to his grievous lameness, he made his way to the lectern.” He began, “I forgot to bring my store teeth,” and went on to Bill “sitting in that chair, and Dr. Bob, whose angel is probably sitting on that oddly misplaced empty chair.” More of the talk is in Good for God and Wit’s End, in Suggestions Only, and the line that names part 7 comes from it too.
It’s Sunday morning, July 3, 1955, at Kiel Auditorium in St. Louis, the last day of AA’s twentieth-anniversary convention. Bill W. is at the lectern, introducing a friend: a Jesuit from right here in St. Louis, the first clergyman of his faith to notice how much the Twelve Steps are like the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius.
Bill says he has never heard a resentful word from this man, nor a single criticism of him. “Father Ed is made of the stuff of the saints,” he says. “Now here he is.”
The hall cheers as Father Ed, lame as ever, makes his way to the lectern. Three summers ago a small stroke in his eye made it hard for him to read. He jokes that he forgot his false teeth, and then he talks about God, and about agnostics, and about an empty chair on the stage, where, he says, Dr. Bob’s angel is probably sitting.