“Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.” Unknown
“Things turn out best for those who make the best of the way things turn out.” Unknown
“In the musical The Book of Mormon there is a song that is both beautifully poetic and rhythmic. It just grabs you. It is sung by the inhabitants of a small Ugandan village who then translate the words and, well, suffice it to say the natives are shooting God “the bird.”
Hasa Diga Eebowai
When the world is getting you down
There’s nobody else to blame
Raise your middle finger to the sky
And curse his rotten name.”
From, Traces of Hope, Mona Villarrubia, p. 16
When you come to the edge
of all the light you know
and are about to step off
into the darkness of the unknown,
FAITH is knowing one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid to stand on
or you will be taught how to fly.
(from patrickoverton.com, credited as © Patrick Overton, The Leaning Tree, 1975, Rebuilding the Front Porch of America, 1997)
I am a staff chaplain in a hospital with four critical care floors and a cancer unit, and naturally I spend a lot of my time on those critical care floors. My time is spent with patients and families who are grieving. They are all grieving the loss of their “normal” – life will never be the same. Patients are grieving the loss of health and independence, at least temporarily. They may also be facing the loss of their careers, which for many people is where they find meaning and purpose, especially if they have no children.
For elderly patients the situation is even more traumatic. For them loss of independence signals the beginning of the end. They know they will quickly lose muscle tone lying in a bed all day, and if they have suffered any kind of fall they are probably told they can no longer live alone, that they may need to move to a “facility” if their family cannot take them in. The staff avoid the words “Nursing Home” because for so many patients these words summon unbidden memories and smells, a foreboding and a sense of horror. Most everyone who is elderly has had a friend or family member in a nursing home, and has left it begging their own family, “please don’t ever put me in one of those places.” And now here they are discussing “Long Term Care Facilities.” For families who know their loved one’s wishes there is tremendous guilt even having the conversation.
Where can hope be found in that room? As a chaplain I do not claim the right to offer hope. Pious platitudes are an offense to the emotional sensibilities of all concerned. So then what? At first all that can be done is to sit as people digest all they have heard and offer them a supportive presence. At some point a simple question can refocus the emotions in the room to good memories and life’s blessings. It is easier for the people in the room to access “hope” looking backwards. To an elderly spouse or life partner, “How long have you been together?” This often elicits stories of first meetings and life’s milestones, usually accompanied by smiles and tears, both. The next step is harder: Where is hope now, in this room in this moment? A comment or question about the care being offered on the unit often leads to expressions of gratitude. The focus of hope becomes timely assistance when the nurse’s button is pushed, pain medication when needed, the gift of clean bedding, getting the meal that was requested, the kindness and gentleness of staff. Hope can also be present in the person of a relative not seen for years and the opportunity for reconciliations and mended fences.
And then there is the question of future hope. As a chaplain I make no assumptions about people’s future hopes. Even those who self-describe as “not religious” will ask for prayers of healing, and may want to believe in more than simple annihilation at the moment of death. Even atheists desire a way of making sense of the life and death of their loved one – did it matter that they lived? The scientific understanding of the cycle of birth and death, of the reabsorption and recycling of matter, can provide a sense of immortality – a future hope. And for everyone in the room the sharing of memories reminds them that the loved one will live on in their stories. Their loved one was part of the great tapestry of human existence and changed the history of the world for all time – another source of future hope.
If they are of the Christian, Muslim, or Hindu faiths, devoted or even loosely affiliated, prayers of intercession are a tradition, especially in times of crisis. People’s beliefs in the efficacy of these prayers can often resemble a child-like, “Santa Claus” view of God. But there is another view that makes such prayers meaningful: prayer doesn’t change God it changes us. In prayer we place ourselves consciously and intentionally in the presence of the Divine – the source of life and healing, courage and hope. That awareness can bring a sense of peace into the ICU room. Physical healing may not be the outcome of these prayers, but there is the possibility of spiritual and emotional healing. The family is reminded that they are not alone. They have a source of strength and courage that comes from the Divine who is present within them, in the room, in the universe, and will support them in whatever comes. And furthermore, the patient is not alone now, and never will be alone. All that is remains in the “Hands” of God, and for theists that is the Future Hope.
BY JEAN TOOMER
It’s thundering outside and we’re under a storm watch for the weekend. It’s not even hurricane season yet! I looked for poems about storms and this one struck me, the first line in particular, “Thunder blossoms gorgeously…” It seems counter-intuitive to speak of gorgeous thunder and to use the imagery of flowers, and it gave me pause. I was reminded of one of my son Malcolm’s favorite phrases: perspective is everything.
If we apply that principle to the storms of life I wonder what might result? You might be tempted to counter, Wait, are you telling me to look on the bright side, that every cloud …yada yada yada? Well, if you put it that way it does sound trite and that’s not what I’m aiming at. I don’t think one can find beauty in every storm or every tragedy; hurricanes are dangerous and deadly and the aftermath is ugly. Loss of a loved one is profoundly, excruciatingly painful and life-changing. And yet …
After a newsworthy tragedy one often hears of heroic gestures, lives saved, donations made, foundations established. But after a loss …?
In the hospital room, when the family has let go of the hope for a cure or a miracle and I am asked to pray with them, I pray in thanksgiving. I give thanks for the life of the patient and for the many blessings – for the life they have given to their children, for the love they have both given and received, and even for the struggles that made them stronger and brought them closer to each other. These prayers don’t remove the pain of loss, or the pain of letting go, but they shine a light on the beauty in the storm, and it often changes the mood in the room as people shed tears and share smiles of remembering. After the group prayer I invite people give a personal blessing to the patient (I keep an anointing oil for that purpose) and say their final words close to his or her ears. I start the ritual and hold out the oil to each person. There are more tears and then there is silence. Then I might make an observation or ask a question about the patient and that’s when the story-telling starts. I don’t remember the stories ever being about bad times. The patient’s character traits and foibles are remembered along with their acts of love and sacrifice. There is beauty in that – beauty in the thunder, as the tears mingle with the laughter.
So I just read my last blog post again and realized how theistic it sounds. God – the Great “I Am.” As a Christian one would assume I am a theist. But I find myself in the post-Christian camp, more of a Jesian (from the name Jesus) than a Christian. In theology class we learned about the two approaches to Christology – the theology of Jesus, who Jesus was. One was the ascending Christology of a man becoming God; one was a descending Christology of God becoming a man. Both are based on the assumption of divinity – divinity attained or divinity revealed. In either case Jesus is The Christ, The Messiah, the Anointed One. But what if Jesus was a man becoming a teacher, a man becoming a martyr, called to follow his God the same way each of us is called from a force within ourselves or outside ourselves to be the best version of ourselves we can be. Would that change anything? Would it change how we should live?
And if Jesus wasn’t God, but an archetype of the kind of human being we should be if we choose to follow him, then what about God? The Great I Am? Some days I don’t know. Then some days I am absolutely sure. I know that I don’t accept the traditional theistic, judging God of so much of the Old Testament. I know that I prefer the image of God that Jesus taught his followers, exemplified in the Prodigal Son story. The feel good, Dad loves me after all, image of God. But when I think about it, God as a Being, an existing entity, doesn’t make a lot of sense, and neither do the anthropomorphisms that theology and spirituality are replete with, Father or Mother, King, Judge, Savior. On the other hand God as the source of our Being, the source of all Being, the matrix which binds the universe … words fail! That’s the point, words will always fail to name that which is beyond all names. Jews have one name for God but they can’t say it, so they have many titles and descriptors. Hindus have millions of names and a few that are more important than others. Christian have three, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, because one just didn’t seem to be enough to explain their experience of the historical person of Jesus and the spiritual, inspirational presence of Jesus that continued after his death.
Perhaps it has to be enough to say that I believe that God IS. But I may not believe in the God you believe in.
When I was teaching and leading retreats I learnt a beautiful way to pray the breath prayer or centering prayer. Using the phrase “Be still and know that I am God” start with the whole phrase, breathing in slowly and saying to yourself “Be still and know” and breathing out say to yourself “that I am God.” Then with each successive breath shorten the phrase, ending with the word “Be” (see below). And then just sit with that thought, reflecting – What does it mean to simply “Be,” in the faith that we are not alone.
Be still and know that I am God
Be still and know that I am
Be still and know
This article has some excellent advice.
From the NIU Employee Assistance Program
Created by Nancy Apperson, May 13, 2008
Footnote from Mona:
After experiencing a loss – the loss of a loved one or another major loss such as the loss of one’s health – anxiety is going to be a part of the experience. Loss raises questions that we aren’t comfortable with: How can I live without her? How can my life have meaning without him? How can I carry on knowing that I have a terminal illness? Who can I turn to for help? Will I be alone for the rest of my life? Who will care for me when I can’t care for myself? These are profound questions and often have no immediate answers, making the anxiety even more intense.
How can we move to address these questions? How can we move through the anxiety towards an experience of acceptance and calm?
The first, and I think most crucial step, is compassion for oneself. “I have had, am having, a very difficult time. I need to find ways to nurture myself while I find my way through this.” I think too often we wait for things to calm down, sort themselves out. We wait until we have some kind of resolution, answer, or degree of healing before we give ourselves permission to just take time out and be with ourselves in gentle acceptance. We wait for someone else to step in and give us the answer, support, consolation we so desperately need. The trouble is we might never get it. So what we have to do is find ways, simple, immediate ways to console ourselves, to capture a few moments of peace, to find space to breathe. It won’t solve our problems or take away our grief and pain, but it will help us as we move slowly through the anxiety, stress, grief and loss.
Suggestions to follow in Part II of this post.
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