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Losing My Religion

March 2, 2010

 

     I got a call last week from a friend- her  son had taken  a World Religion class last year  and no longer believes in God.   Our conversation took me  back to a time when something similiar happened to me- for a spell.

      I grew up Protestant, fell in love with a pretty young Catholic,  decided I’d convert which ment I  had to attend a series of classes- which stirred up a bee’s nest of questions.  For the first time in my life I found myself genuinely  wrestling with questions of faith, religion, spirituality, absolute truth.  

Who is right?  Who can I go to with my questions?   The Catholic priest  thinks  he is right,  my former Protestant minister  thinks  he is right…everyone’s  biased.  Then try to  make any sense out of all the denominations just within the Christian faith.  -   there are over 400 different Baptist denominations alone-not to mention, Pentecostals, Congregationalists, Presbyterians, Episcopalians, Fundamentalists, Nazarenes, and  non-denominational, plus  all of the world religions that claim to have a corner on the truth….then you have your sincere atheists, Agnostics, and New Agers…have I missed anyone ? ;-)

  yep, what an emotional  roller coaster ride that was.

I went through a time of intense questioning- It felt like I was in the midst of a spiritual  earthquake-  the very foundations of  my life were  shaken – hard.

   I  told my friend to get herself a copy of Lee Strobel’s book-

A case For Faith  

 As a former atheist, Strobel understands the rational resistance to faith. He even names the eight most convincing arguments against Christian faith.  Here is a partial list of issues he tackles:

1) If there’s a loving God, why does this pain-wracked world groan under so much suffering and evil?
2) If the miracles of God contradict science, then how can any rational person believe that they’re true?
3) If God is morally pure, how can he sanction the slaughter of innocent children as the Old Testament says he did?
4) If God cares about the people he created, how could he consign so many of them to an eternity of torture in hell just because they didn’t believe the right things about him?
5) If Jesus is the only way to heaven, then what about the millions of people who have never heard of him?
6) If God really created the universe, why does the evidence of science compel so many to conclude that the unguided process of evolution accounts for life?
7) If God is the ultimate overseer of the church, why has it been rife with hypocrisy and brutality throughout the ages?
8) If I’m still plagued by doubts, then is it still possible to be a Christian?

       My conversation with my friend didn’t get this far but the second thing I would suggest is look at the personal life  of  any person telling  others how to live and think-  They are a walking billboard for what they really believe.

Like A Tired Whore

February 8, 2009

Content warning:     This post is rated PG

Whore:   A person considered sexually promiscuous.

       Friday night I accompanied my wife to a workshop hosted by a local church.    We’re not regulars, but a friend  suggested to the Mrs. she might enjoy it.   Workshop was to start Friday evening  and continue into Saturday.   I’d had red flags from the get go, about both the workshop and the church itself- so we talked  and decided maybe it would be best if I also went.

     Counting the  denomination I was raised in  I   have been involved in   5 different faith traditions the past 51 years.   One end of the spectrum to the other-  I’ve known men and women  in each setting who were spiritually vibrant  and those just going through the motions.   What I’m saying is, it takes a lot to make me uncomfortable spiritually.  There is a lot of diversity in the household of faith and that’s just the way it is…..

     Which brings me back to Friday night….as I listened to the speaker(s)  I felt like I was watching  an addict  trying to  cop a spiritual high- or even more graphic , a sex addict trying one more time to get turned on.  It was disturbing,  it creep-ed me out.    We slipped out after the first break.     

        In 1980 I  went through a  time of intense spiritual shaking, not unlike what it feels when there is an earth quake, the very ground under your feet is moving. 

  What is truth?

  Who is right? 

 Is there even such a think as “absolute truth”?  If you listen to the politically correct  crowd, their answer is no, it all depends. 

 Who can I talk to that won’t be biased?  Obviously any spiritual leader I talk to  is going to think they are right-  everybody can’t be right.    Just because you are sincere does not mean you’re right. 

  If you’ve never had a crisis of faith or given a second thought to these things, then you have no idea how unsettling  it is.

       Anyway, here I sit 29 years removed from that season of sifting (there was a second  time of sifting in about 1987 or 88)   and I have a clarity and settledness  in my thinking that came as a direct result. 

     I’ll be the first to tell you I don’t have all the answers, but I do have some touch stones in my life.  I may not be able to articulate every concern I have with a given teacher, but I can smell a rat. 

    You may have heard this illustration before:   I’ve been  told bank personnel are trained to detect counterfeit money  by examining only authentic bills.  After countless hours of saturating themselves with the feel and sight of authentic bills, they can detect counterfeits easily.    

    So too  in the spiritual realm, there is a lot of nonsense being  promoted in the name of truth.  I don’t have to be a spiritual guru, able to dissect every whacked out cult and silly theory to sense when something is bogus.

      Have you ever wrestled with questions about truth?    I’m intentionally waiting to hear from some of you before I share my “touch stones.”

Suffering Without Pat Answers

February 3, 2009

    

     As my wife and I (DM) were having coffee this morning  I read the following introduction to the book of Job from The Message to her.   It echoes something I said to her this past weekend- 

       “When I am going through a hard time, I am NOT interested in listening to  the pat answers of  some fool  talking theory-   I want to hear from someone who has actually gone through it and come out the other side.” 

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     Job suffered.  His name is synonymous with suffering.  He asked,”Why?”  He asked, “Why me?”  And he put his questions to God.  He asked his questions persistently, passionately, and eloquently.  He refused to take silence for an answer.  He refused to take cliches for an answer.  He refused to let God off the hook.

     Job did not take his suffering quietly or piously….It is not only because Job suffered that he is important to us.  It is because he suffered in the same ways that we suffer-  in the vital areas of family, personal health, and material things.  Job is also important to us because he searchingly questioned and boldly protested his suffering.  Indeed, he went “to the top” with his questions.

      It is not suffering as such that troubles us.  It is undeserved suffering. 

      Almost all of us in our years growing up have the experience of disobeying our parents and getting punished for it.  When that discipline was connected with wrongdoing, it had a certain sense of justice to it:  When we do wrong, we get punished.

     One of the surprises as we get older, however, is that we come to see that there is no real correlation between the amount of wrong we commit and the amount of pain we experience.  An even larger surprise is that very often there is something quite the opposite:  We do right and get knocked down.  We do the best we are capable of doing, and just as we are reaching out to receive our reward we are hit from the blind side and sent reeling.

     This is the suffering  that first bewilders and then outrages us.  This is the kind of suffering that bewildered and outraged Job, for Job was doing everything right when suddenly everything went wrong.  And it is this kind of suffering to which Job gives voice when he protests to God.

      Job gives voice to his sufferings so well, so accurately and honestly, that anyone who has ever suffered- which includes every last one of us- can recognize his or her personal pain in the voice of Job.  Job says boldly what some of us are too timid to say.  He makes poetry out of what in many of us is only a tangle of confused whimpers.  He shouts out to God what a lot of us mutter behind our sleeves.  He refuses to accept the role of a defeated victim.

     It is also important to note what Job does not do, lest we expect something from him that he does not intend.  Job does not curse God as his wife suggests he should do….but neither does Job explainsuffering.  He does not instruct us how to live so that we can avoid suffering.  Suffering is a mystery, and Job comes to respect the mystery.

    But there is more to the book of Job than Job.  There are Job’s friends.  The moment we find ourselves in trouble of any kind- sick in the hospital, bereaved by a friend’s death, dismissed from a job or relationship, depressed or bewildered- people start showing up to tell us exactly what is wrong with us and what we must do to get better.  Sufferers attract fixers the way road kills attract vultures.  At first we are impressed that they bother with us and amazed at their facility with answers.  They know so much!  How did they get to be such experts in living?

      More often than not, these people use the Word of God frequently and loosely.  They are full of spiritual diagnosis and prescription.  It all sounds so hopeful.  But then we begin to wonder, “Why  is it that for all their apparent compassion we feel worse instead of better after they’ve said their piece?”

      The book of Job is not only a witness to the dignity of suffering and God’s presence in our suffering but is also our primary biblical protest against religion that has been reduced to explanations or “answers.”  Many of the answers that Job’s so-called friends give him are technically true.  But it is the “technical” part that ruins them.  They are answers without personal relationship, intellect without intimacy.  The answers are slapped onto Job’s ravaged life like labels on a specimen bottle….

      In every generation there are men and women who pretend to be able to instruct us in a way of life that guarantees that we will be “healthy, wealthy, and wise.”  According to the propaganda of these people, anyone who lives intelligently and morally is exempt from suffering.  From their point of view, it is lucky for us that they are now at hand to provide the intelligent and moral answers we need.

     On behalf of all of us who have been misled by the platitudes of the nice people who show up to tell us everything is going to be just all right if we simply think such-and-such and do such- and – such, Job issues an anguished rejoinder.  He rejects the kind of advice and teaching that has God all figured out, that provides glib explanations for every circumstance.  Job’s honest defiance continues to be the best defense against the cliches of positive thinkers and the prattle of religious small talk…..

     In our compassion, we don’t like to see people suffer.  And so our instincts are aimed at preventing and alleviating suffering.  No doubt that is a good impulse.  But if we really want to reach out to others who are suffering, we should be careful not to be like Job’s friends, not to do our “helping” with the presumption that we can fix things, get rid of them or make them “better.”  We may look at our suffering friends and imagine how they could have better marriages, better- behaved children, better mental and emotional health.  But when we rush in to fix suffering, we need to keep in mind several things.

       First, no matter how insightful we may be, we don’t really understand the full nature of our friends’ problems.  Second, our friends may not want our advice.  Third, the ironic fact of the matter is that more often than not, people do not suffer less when they are committed to following God, but more.  When these people go through suffering, their lives are often transformed, deepened, marked with beauty and holiness, in remarkable ways that could never have been anticipated before the suffering.

     So, instead of continuing to focus on preventing suffering- which we simply won’t be very successful at anyway- perhaps we should begin entering the suffering, participating insofar as we are able…. In other words, we need to quit feeling sorry for people who suffer and instead look up to them, learn from them, and – if they will let us- join them in protest and prayer.  Pity can be nearsighted and condescending; shared suffering can be dignifying and life- changing…..

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      I (DM)  have a friend who puts me in mind of Job.  16 years ago he became disabled , he was a guard in a maximum security prison  in upstate New York,  got caught in a prison riot.   4 years ago his wife was diagnosed with breast cancer, two mastectomies, and several complications later, she is still in treatment.  He battles chronic depression.    When we are together, he does a lot of talking- I mostly just listen, but will occasionally, rant with him-  I have never given him to the best of my knowledge a “pat” answer.  I  have been known to tease him- quite regularly actually.    He tells me I am a good friend and  encouragement.    If you’ve read this far- I’m impressed.  The end.

My Spiritual Hunger

January 19, 2009

 

 

      “In this hour of all but universal darkness…there are found increasing numbers of persons….who are marked by a growing hunger after God himself.    They are eager for spiritual realities and will not be put off with words, nor will they be content with correct  “interpretations” of truth.  They are athirst for God, and they will not be satisfied till they have drunk deep.”

                                                A.W. Tozer  1948

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     I (DM) am not a religious person.

     Truth be told, religion makes me nervous.

      If something works for you, great- just don’t try to jam it down my throat.  I’ll sit politely for a little bit, but if you start pushing   I’ll tell you what I’m really thinking and you won’t do it again.

     Having said that, I am  a spiritual person.  I hunger to connect with God.  There is a difference.

      Even before I became a Christian, I remember feeling driven to connect with the spiritual.    In my senior year of high school, a class mate suggested I read a book by Carlos Castaneda where he describes being mentored by a Yaqui  Shaman, smoking peyote and seeing things through the eyes of a bird.   I longed for that type of encounter with the spiritual world.  Laugh all you want, but at the time, I had no reference point.  It just reveals the intensity of my hunger. 

       I want to say this as nicely as I can, but there are absolute truths in the spiritual realm, we disregard them at our own peril.

      I remember sitting down with pastor Tom- a cool, articulate, knowledgeable spiritual mentor of a certain religious denomination.  I had been reading some things from the church hierarchy and it didn’t square with some of the other things, I’d been told.

      I wrote down my questions, Tom and I went down the list,one by one.  He told me (off the record) he agreed with me, but in his mind,  they were fringe issues.  I’m thinking to myself, they were not “fringe” issues.  It’s one way or the other, but two opposite things can not both be true- regardless of how much politically correct nonsense you’ve bought into.

      Years ago now, I decided one of my litmus tests for evaluating a “spiritual authority” was to look for fruit in their life.

     Why?  Because if I listen to them, I will turn out like them if they are following their own information- and if they are not doing what they are telling others to do- then that’s even more reason to avoid them.  JMHO

      Did they evidence peace, joy, kindness?  If they were married, what was their marriage like?  If they had children, what were they like?  Because before you start telling me how to live my life, you’d better make sure it works in your own.   If you’re a mean ass (pardon my french)  with your wife and kids, then you have no business mentoring anybody.

      If you’re driven, grossly overweight, don’t laugh, and don’t have any friends, then what in the world are you doing standing there in the place of a “spiritual authority?”

      “Others before me have gone much farther into these mysteries than I have done, but if my fire is not large, it is yet real, and there may be those who can light their candle at its flame.”

                                                                       A.W. Tozer

               (From the intro to his book, The Pursuit Of God)

Read This Before You Go To Work Today :-)

January 6, 2009

     Victor Frankl, a Viennese Jew, was interned by the Germans for more than three years.  He was moved from one concentration camp to another, even spending several months at Auschwitz.  Later he wrote these words:

     “The experiences of camp life show that man does have a choice of action.  There were enough examples, often of a heroic nature, which proved that apathy could be overcome, irritability suppressed.  Man can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, in independence of mind, even in such terrible conditions of psychic and physical distress.

     We who lived in concentration camps can remember men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread.  They may  have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing:  the last of human freedoms- to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”

     Taken from the book: The tale of the tardy oxcart by Charles Swindoll

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     I spent most of yesterday returning extra lumber to the  South West Menards store in  Cedar Rapids.   The details of the job  changed after we started it so I ended up returning close to $1000.00 worth of material.    As I pulled through the security gate and into the lumber shed for the second time I saw (and heard) one of the men grumble “WTF” so I could hear him. 

     I looked at him and said, “You know what this is?  referring to the  ( 56)  2 by 6′s 16 foot long strapped to the top of my Toyota… ”Job security - he didn’t say anything-  I thought to myself….this will be the 4th time get  to handle this lumber, and he’s got a bad attitude about unloading it just this once.  so  I said to him, “You  don’t have to unload this if you don’t want to, I can do it.“   Still no response. 

     I was struck again  by how much our choice of attitudes affect the day to day details of our lives. 

 

      Using just the job I just finished as an example…

    Twice we had to carry those same boards (and couple of hundred more) across ground that was a sheet of   ice.  We  worked  several days when the temperature was  0 to 10 degrees.  Twice I drove a 90 mile round trip to the job site only to find out, the lift I was promised was not available. so we went home.   I purchased reinforced plastic sheeting that was supposed to be 20 ft wide- when we opened it up, it was only 18- the store refused to take it back..so I got to ”absorb” a  $145.00 roll of plastic.   We didn’t have electricity on the job, so we got to listen to the generator all day every day….that is on the days it would start….it was so cold early on, it wouldn’t start until I hauled it  to a temporary enclosure and blew heat on it…all the while I had (3 men on the clock @ $15.00 per hour doing nothing.) 

      I could keep going but I think you get my point- In my chosen profession- Construction, you better get used to things not always going as planned…or it will drive you crazy..and you’ll come across like the grump I encountered yesterday.

       Now I’m no Victor Frankl, and  dealing with inconveniences and problems on a construction site are nothing compared to 3 years in a Nazi concentration camp – but  Frankl touches on a transferable concept  that I was challenged by 25 years ago -   I    have the ability much more than I care to admit  sometimes  to control  my   attitude and response to people  and life in general.

   Footnote:  If you’ve read my “stuff” for any length of time you KNOW  how much I hate “trite platitude”

       If you need an attitude adjustment. (stink’n think’n) , John Maxwell or Charles Swindol both have some excellent practical stuff  you might want to check out. 

Thoughts comments questions?

Carpe Diem Parenting

January 5, 2009

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 For as long as I can remember, I had dreamed of becoming a parent.  I pictured myself as a wise and gracious mom, full of laughter and fun.  Then my husband and I had our first child.

     Within a few weeks, all those ideals were traded in for just surviving the day.  In the following months and years, as I cleaned spit up, disarmed toddlers and corralled toys, I saw myself turn into a frazzled, reactive mom- a stark contrast to the mom I had wanted to be.

     I told myself that as soon as life settled down, I would work on becoming that other mom.  But I began to realize that I was allowing the days and years of my children’s lives to slip through my fingers.  Life was never going to settle down, and I couldn’t continue waiting.  I had to seize the opportunities in each day and be the patient I wanted to be- now.

     DEFINING THE VISION

     Ironically, my first step to carpe diem parenting involved reflection, not action.  I realized I couldn’t clearly describe the actions I hoped would define my parenting.  How could I achieve my parenting goals if I didn’t clarify what they were?

     So I thought about what I wanted my children to remember most about their childhood.  Then I examined those ideas to eliminate the unrealistic ones and to refine the rest in light of God’s priorities.

     One of the things I identified was being intentional about my children’s spiritual development.  I also wanted to be gentler in my communication with them.  Sometimes I acted like a drill sergeant in order to get things done, and I didn’t like that.  I wanted to have more fun with my kids, rather than being so focused on their development that I forgot to enjoy them.

     GOTTA  HAVE  A  PLAN

     Identifying my parenting aspirations made me approach each day differently, but I knew that wasn’t enough to keep me going against the daily onslaught.  I needed a plan, and I needed to set it in motion.

      What family traditions should I start?  How could I build more fun and laughter into the day? What discipline techniques did I need to put in place so I wouldn’t resort to yelling?  How could I orchestrate one on one time with the kids?  Where could family devotions fit in?  I needed to figure out these details.

     REGROUPING

     But even the best-laid plans go amiss.  It was easy to run out of energy and lose track of the vision.  To keep going for the long haul, I needed to find some creative ways to nurture my parenting dreams.  I posted notes in strategic places with  quotes that exemplified the character traits I was working on.  I also discussed my parenting goals with close friends and asked them to hold me accountable.  And I scheduled some regular times to pray and redefine my parenting.  A parenting devotional book gave me daily inspiration.

     CARPE DIEM

     No matter how old your kids are, it is never too late to seize the day.  Recently, my mom called to say she had a plan for how we could get together for a mother-daughter day every few months, despite the distance between our homes.  She said that she had allowed her life to get too busy, and she wasn’t getting the time she wanted to continue building our relationship.

     I was elated because I had wanted to see my mom more often but knew she was busy with a demanding, people-oriented career.  The mother-daughter day represented a significant and intentional sacrifice of her time.  And  I could see that, no matter how old she was she continued to work at being the mom she wanted to be.

      That’s what I want to do too-  starting today, and the next and the next….

  Written by Teresa Turner Vining in the April 2008 Focus on the Family magazine

I posted this one for those of you regulars that are in the parenting season of your life..but as the author of this article mentioned,its really never too late to be more intentional about our relationships. 

Thoughts, comments, or questions?    DM

Youyou’s and Highlights

January 3, 2009

    

 

In our home my wife and I  will occasionally ask each other these questions:

#1  What was  the highlight of  your day and why?

#2  What was  the low-light of your day?   Why?

#3  What are three things you appreciate me today?

     Most of us have done “meme’s.   They are opportunities to talk about ourselves (me-me) ….well I decided to call this activity a “youyou”, where  I will tell you something I appreciate about you. 

     Here’s how it works.   It’s a two step activity. First,  you  the reader need to tell  the highlight(s) of your past year and why.

     Then I would like to share with you something I appreciate about you.

        If you decide to  do  this “Youyou” on your blog, use the bouquet of roses as a symbol.    The flowers symbolize  the power of gracious words to  encourage, it’s like you’re giving someone a bouquet of flowers.

  If you’re good with graphics, maybe you could embed the words “youyou” on it?  I don’t know how to do that sort of thing or I would.  Remember, if  ”youyou’s catch on, you were in on the ground floor.

     One more thing before I share three of my highlights, if you leave a comment,  I will put my Youyou   directly into your comment box …so make sure you reread your comment the next  day or so.

    Three of my highlights from 2008:

      This was a hard one- this was a full year with lots of memories.    

          One highlight was  becoming a grandpa for the second time,  thanks to the efforts of my daughter Angie and her hubby Matt.

    Why?  Well, because I’m   seeing  my daughter mature  into a beautiful young wife and mother. 

    A second highlight was  the visit of two bloggers to our home.  Both of them came with family members and both were able to stay for 3 or 4 days.  Why?  Well, I said it before, but both of these people have been reading my “stuff” now for over a year- the good and the not so pretty and still they wanted to come and meet me (us) .  I felt unconditional acceptance on a whole new level.

      A third  highlight was my opportunity to plan for and accomplish my 84 mile walk retracing the first road in Iowa in September.

     Why?    This was a goal I had been working on for over a year, and as it says in Proverbs…”a desire fulfilled is sweet to the soul.”  It was satisfying to see details fall into place.

     Thoughts, comments, questions?

Energy Suckers, Boring Sermons and second guessing Myself

January 1, 2009

   

  We had an invite on the answering machine yesterday for a New Years Day party- last minute with the instructions to call either way.   I told the wife to suit herself, but I for one was not going to call.  

         A still small voice whispered  “There must be something wrong with  you ..that isn’t a very loving attitude”.

     Maybe it had something to do with the fact that any time we have been  with this couple, she  sucked me bone dry emotionally.   There was a  bottomless pit of need in that woman’s heart,  reminded me of a sink hole, she talked the whole time- had no interest in our lives. …

       Years ago we attended a church where I struggled during the sermon to  listen- I tried, I really tried….this went on for 5 years.

       Same small voice… ” Maybe you have  a hard heart,  You need to  see past the messenger to the message.    There must be something wrong with you  if  you  feel  bored.”

       I’m a very patient person with a  soft heart and a high tolerance for quirky people and situations.

        I’ve also lived long enough now to not automatically discount my own perspective on a situation. 

        Have you ever read the  children story the Emperors New Clothes by Hans Christian Anderson

         If you have  2 minutes, you can  read it here

         I’m related to the little boy.  

         At some point, if you are a chronic energy sucker with no intention of changing, then I’ll probably keep my distance.

         If you’re a pastor  who is burnt out and refuses to change- then don’t be surprised if at some point  I move on.

     How do you decide when you have a bad attitude(s) or valid concerns?

When You Loose a Child…

December 30, 2008

looking-out-to-sea

     Note to reader:  

        In 2003 I began the practice of using a  3 ring binder  to save the highlights of that year-photos, good articles, personal correspondence, etc.   I was thumbing through my 2004 journal this past Sunday night and came across   the following  piece by Carole J Dyck R.N .   She writes to parents who are dealing with the loss of a child, although I think what she  says could  apply to other times of grief as well.    Wanted to pass it on as a future resource.  DM

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       The use of the word “closure” is often heard in public circles or in the media especially after a tragedy and implies finality.  The word comes with the sense that there will be a time, day, or event like a funeral that marks when a grieving person will be “healed” or “over it”, as though it were a disease and you could magically take a pill to be cured.  There is an expectation that when the eulogies are said and the casseroles are gone, the grief somehow magically goes away.  The truth is that…the death of a loved one changes our lives forever, and we will never truly “be over it.”  Yes, we will not have the intensity of the pain and sorrow we had at the beginning of our grief.  We will go on with life and find new normal for us, but live will never be as it was before the death, and we will never be fully “healed.”  Sometimes those around us have attempted to comfort us by pointing to deadlines, replacements, or “at leasts.”  We have heard it said,”At least you have other kids,” or “You can have another baby,” or “hasn’t it been 6 months?”  Many see “comfort giving” as a short-term support effort, and soon we will be “over it” as we are kept busy returning to the tasks of daily living and focusing on our blessings.  These comments hurt rather than provide the comfort they are meant to provide.  Grief follows no plan, stages, timetable formula, or schedule.  There are no road maps; there are no absolutes.

      We learn….that everyone grieves differently.  Grief is like being lost.  The familiar things we relied on to live each day are gone.  We must find new anchors or stabilisers along the way and learn a new way of relating to the world and people around us….Grief is all consuming, distorts reality, and we begin to mark our time in “before or after our loved one died.”  No one can hurry the process of grief, no one can do it for us.  Not even our spouses, parents or other children can help us in those early days.  The truth is that when our grief is new, we feel exhausted physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  We barely have enough energy to breath.  We feel as though we have no control over our lives anymore, nor do we care.  We realise on some level we are helpless.

      All of these feelings are normal and part of the grieving process.  And yes, we also need to realise that it is a process- a very long gradual and difficult process.  Time does not heal all wounds, but time softens the intensity of the grief.  What helps is finding those who will listen with their hearts and give us hope and understanding.  Those who will spend hours, days and months with us as we tell our story over and over so we can somehow believe it ourselves.  What helps is to surround ourselves with those patient people and meaningful activities that comfort and support.

      Gradually, the cold darkness of grief beings to give way to the warmth of the memories, acceptance, purpose and reinvestment in life.  We learn to speak of our loved one without crying and begin to accept that whatever time we had with him or her, we would have taken even if just but a moment.  We learn that grief is the price we pay for loving our child or sibling so much, and we wouldn’t want it any other way.  Our relationships with family, friends and yes, even God can be strengthened or challenged as we look for new ways to connect with them.  We may lose old friends who really don’t understand.  We learn that problems life are not overwhelming.  We are handling the worst thing that can happen to us, what else can happen?  We learn to more deeply cherish those we love.  We help others in grief without batting an eye.  Sometimes we pickup “gifts” along the way by becoming more caring, compassionate toward others, and appreciative for what is important in life.  New strengths can develop as we find our new selves along the way.  Life will be different as we learn to cope, but still have meaning.

     For those of you who are new in your loss, we hope that you will continue to share your sorrow with us and learn from those further ahead on the path of grief.  Someday it won’t hurt as much as it does now, and you won’t always feel “this elephant on your chest.”  We encourage you to ask the family and friends around you for what you need and tell them when their expectations for you are too high.  We hope you will explain to them that your grief is not on a timetable and will probably not ever reach what society calls “closure.”  Explain to them that you will always miss your loved one, but you will learn to live with a broken heart.  We hope you will inform them that the mention of your loved ones name is music to your ears and it’s okay to talk about him or her.

                   Written by Carole J Dyck R.N.

      Thoughts, comments, questions?

Writing Your Own “Bucket List”

December 28, 2008

bucket-list-class

      At the end of your life, as you’re laying on your death bed, I’m guessing you’re not going to say to yourself…”Boy, I wish I would have put in more hours at my job”

     I’ve signed up to teach a 4 week course at our local community college I’m calling Creating Your own Personal “Bucket List”   a spin off of the movie by the same name.   Do you know what’s funny- before the movie came out, I had  been working off of a personal bucket list for at least 10 years- didn’t call it that, but that’s what it was…so when I saw the movie, I thought to myself…hey/ those guys stole my  idea. 

     Here’s the course description:

     Treat yourself to four weeks of fun, laughter, and personal reflection.  The Bucket List is a list of things you might want to do before you “Kick the bucket.”  Local Author and teacher DM will act as a facilitator using various activities to help you begin your own bucket list.  Class size limited.  Begins Feb.3 4 weeks  6:00 PM- 7:30 PM     $35.00

 

     Here are some tidbits from my class notes  since chances are, you won’t be able to make it:

    As the facilitator of this class, I will have succeeded  if : 

A.  By the end of the week 4   you to have a list  of at least 10 items on it.

    We will discuss :

     What is leisure?

     What does “relaxing” look like to you?

     What’s the difference between  leisure, relaxing  and hedonism?

I have 4 or 5 handouts,  3 guest  speakers in  mind (besides myself) , an excellent book  to recommend and a movie to watch. 

 In the early 1980’s I read a book by Tim Hansel called  When I Relax I Feel Guilty.    It had more of an impact on my life than I realized at the time….here are two excerpts from the book:

     “ If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make more mistakes next time: I would relax, I would limber up, I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would take more trips, I would be crazier… I would eat more ice cream and less beans; I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. You see I’m one of those people who lives life prophylactically and sensibly hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them…”

     “Do something unusual. Be an experimenter. Meet new people, try new experiences. Let people think you’re loony. Wear a funny hat or put your shirt on backwards for a day…’ Hug a tree, fly a kite, wear a button, jog in triangles. Go for a long walk in your bare feet. Poke some holes in your rigidity. This is not a time to be timid. Take a chance, it’s worth it.”

    Thoughs, questions, comments?


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