Copyright Holder Name: Aaron Milavec Full name, address and contact information is on file For privacy reasons we have not included personal contact information on this public version of the registration. This information is registered with this work. If necessary, it can be made available by contacting the author. Body of Registered Work My father had two sons.  The first he named “Aaron.”  The second he named “Kevin.” They loved each other fiercely.  They distrusted each other entirely when it came to  God and sex.   They had two opposing views of love and romance as well. Kevin always had a certain insecurity because he was always #2.  Hence, he was prone to compete with his older brother in almost everything.  When it came to climbing trees, using a sling shot, hitting a home run, Aaron always exceeded Kevin.  Aaron tried to encourage Kevin, “Don’t take it so hard, Kevin.  In three years, you will do all the things I do and more.  Just wait and see.” But Kevin was not consoled.  He urgently needed to be #1 and it grieved him that he was not able to do so.  But, then, God heard his prayer and Kevin, just after his marriage, finally found an arena wherein he could excel over his brother.  Kevin boasted of became a “Providentialist.” “A Providentialist,” as he was proud to remind me just about every time we met, “is someone who does not practice any form of birth control—not even Natural Family Planning (NFP) that is permitted by the Catholic Church. This person simply trusts God to give him and his wife as many children as God wants for them—no more, and no less.” It made me sad to see my brother swallowing the doctrine of the Catholic bishops hook, line, and sinker.  His position would fit well in the 12th century, but it was patently absurd today.  So the next time that Kevin boasted of being a Providentialist, I said to my brother in a very quiet voice, “What kind of father would say, “My first child was born with a cleft lip.[i]  God must have known what he was doing; hence, as a Providentialist, I will accept this as God’s will and not interfere”?  On the second occasion of his boasting, I said this: What kind of father would say, “My second child was born with myopic vision.  God must have known what he was doing; hence, as a Providentialist, I will accept this as God’s will and not interfere”?  On the third occasion, I said this: What kind of father would say, “My third child was born with chickenpox.[ii]  God must have known what he was doing; hence, as a Providentialist, I will accept this as God’s will and not interfere”?  When my brother heard these things, he grew furious. “You are always winning at everything.  You cannot even let me win an argument from time to time.”  I stayed quiet, then I said, "Even when your wrong, I still love you." I had no interest in getting into a heated argument.  Likewise, I had no interest in upsetting Kevin’s core beliefs.  He had a right to his beliefs, just as I had a right to mine.  Every man puts his life and his future on the line when he confesses his beliefs about God and love.  That's the way things are. I clearly saw the flaws in my brother’s beliefs, but, upon reflection, I did not see any serious flaws in my own beliefs.  Kevin also claimed that he saw the flaws in my beliefs, but, at the same time, he was afraid to listen to me for fear that I might sow some doubt in his mind.  As Michael Polanyi taught me, “Every belief works in the eyes of the believer” Even when it comes to deciding when to have sex with his wife, how could Kevin decide whether God wanted them to have sex every day of the week or just on certain days (e.g., on Sundays or on birthdays).  Does this matter?  It sure does!  But how could Kevin decide this without interfering with divine Providence.  As a result, even if Kevin decided to apply his Providentialism only to the realm of sex, he would have to intelligently make particular decisions that would invariably alter the number of children that would be conceived.  In so doing, his Providentialism would always be contingent upon human decisions.  And since God had no rules regarding the frequency of sex, it must be supposed that even God wanted each set of parents to come to their own decisions as to when and how often they had sex.  The same thing holds for the position of the partners during the time of ejaculation.  Since God has no rules regarding the advantageous and disadvantageous position of the partners during the time of ejaculation, it must be supposed that even God wants each set of parents to come to their own decisions in this matter. What decisions they implement has the effect of either increasing or decreasing the probability of conception.  Thus God cannot be said to be the sole determiner of when a conception takes place. Kevin can convince himself that he wants to place his family planning entirely in the hands of God.  To maintain this illusion, he has to abandon all attempts to keep track of his wife’s fertility cycle. Furthermore, he and his wife need to have intercourse at random times and using random positions so as to convince themselves that they are not trying to influence the outcome. But what if God is not in the business of doing family planning for you if you fail to take the time and effort to do it for yourself?  Then my brother’s family is cooked!  He is like a man who takes his hands off the steering wheel and imagines that God will take over the driving of his car.  This would invite unwanted accidents to happen. . . .  God, after all, does not have a driver’s license and he has no record of being a safe driver.  So one cannot count on God.  Because of this, I am afraid for Kevin’s future.  This is a reckless way to live. Some years later, Kevin was in a stable marriage, and his wife had just birthed his second daughter.  I, meanwhile, had discovered the love of my life and, our daughter, Jessica, was in kindergarten.  In this period, I decided to write out my philosophy of living and loving.  This was so fruitful that I decided to write a letter to my brother in the hope that we might be able to discover  some common understandings of God and love.  Here is my letter:   Dear Kevin, When my wife and I together decided to go off contraceptives, we checked her vaginal mucus each night and, when it got slippery, we knew this was the beginning of the fertile segment of her menstrual cycle.  That night, we had a very long and very delightful sexual exchange  because together we imagined that we were creating (with God's help) our future daughter. The next three nights were the same.  The great sex that was our constant gift to each other was there, but now it was infused with a special urgency because we were anticipating our future daughter. . . .  We fucked like rabbits throughout the night.  We laughed and played and kissed for hours. This was like the unrestrained sexual ecstasies that we had for the first two weeks after our wedding. . . .  It was glorious. But we were mistaken.  A conception did not take place. And don’t you dare ever trying to tell me that God was punishing us because we had used contraceptives for four years because we were interested in allowing Linda to finish her studies and to get a foothold in her profession. So, when our daughter was not conceived, we were not in the least bit discouraged. In discussing this with our friends, they told us that “this was not unusual.”  So when the sign of the slippery mucus came again on the following month, we rushed into our marital orgy just as we did the first month.  It came upon us with the naturalness of dew falling off of the morning leaves.  Again, we felt our future daughter was palpably there with us and we loved her along with loving each other. Nonstop. But again no conception took place.  After six months, we suspected that something was not quite right, so we consulted a specialist in fertility studies. We didn’t do a novena or have Masses said for our intention because we were fully aware that God was on our side and that he wanted us to have a daughter as much as we did. The medical expert told us that we both were "marginally fertile."  Hence, we continued our monthly orgies of sex for two full years.  Near the end of the second year, the vision of our daughter had grown dim.  In its place, our love making now was drenched in tears of pain and loss.  Good sex, believe it or not, can mix with tears that heal memories and mend wounds that life imposes on those who love God.  I wonder whether you have ever known good sex mixed with bitter tears.  If so, I’d enjoy hearing your story. Then it happened.  We did not get pregnant.  No.  But the love that we had so faithfully generated for our future daughter had mysteriously moved a complete stranger from Guatemala who had crossed the Rio Grande and was being detained by the INS awaiting deportation to beg my friend Margaret a special favor: "I'm pregnant.  I need to find a couple in the USA who would take me in and love my baby."   And so Margaret called me in the middle of the night and told me her “good news.”  She was like the angel who said, “Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy” (Luke 2:10). And so we gave Zoila the residency rights that she needed, and she gave us the beloved daughter, Jessica, that we were ready to love even more than a child conceived within our own flesh. Who could have anticipated such an amazing story that left all of us blessed. Your beloved brother, Aaron   When Kevin had digested my letter, he responded in only twenty-five words:  “You took the short route, Aaron.  If you had faithfully entrusted your future to God as I did, he would have performed an even greater miracle for you.” I wanted to shout back,   Hey, Bro.  You don’t get it.  God did perform the “greater miracle” when Zoila came to live with us.  In any case, despite all our differences, I still love you.  Give me a hug, bro!     Only in a family can brothers fight each other so fiercely and love each other so recklessly.  ~Jacob Neusner   [i] “Cleft lip and cleft palate happen in about 1 or 2 of every 1,000 babies born in the United States each year, making it one of the most common birth defects. Both cleft lip and cleft palate are treatable. Most kids can have surgery to repair them within the first year or two of life” (http://kidshealth.org/en/parents/cleft-lip-palate.html). [ii] “A pregnant woman with chickenpox can pass it on to her unborn baby before birth. Mothers with chickenpox can also give it to their newborn baby after birth” (http://www.health.gov.on.ca/en/public/programs/immunization/ chickenpox.aspx#1).