Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Walks Through the Valley



      I am a spiritual caregiver for hospice.  When I tell people what I do for a living, they say, "wow, that must be depressing!"  They also indicate that they couldn't... or wouldn't.  It's an interesting new reality, as I've discovered that a large majority of people don't know what to do with death.

      It's strange to me, in a culture that lifts up the nobility of "dying for your country,"  or the good news of Jesus' death for us, has such a difficult time with death.  Or Christians, who believe in the resurrection of Jesus and believe that they're going to heaven... still squirm at death.  Or at the reality of death.  I also find that a lot of such people want to live at all costs, take all measures necessary to keep a loved one alive, even if they are suffering and death would literally be a blessing.  Death still scares most people. 

     We watch death all the time on T.V, of course, but it's a whole lot different in real life.  Death isn't pretty.  People usually don't say really profound things and then fall back on their pillow and walk into the light.  Most people don't look so great right before death.  They look.... well, like they're dying.  Most of the time they are not able to speak and say those last words that we love on T.V.  Hopefully, they said them when they were still able.  I also notice that on T.V. when someone is informed of someone's murder, they don't break down into gut-wrenching sobs, or even seem to grieve at all.  What is that??  As if people take death in stride, when the reality is,  we don't take death in stride at all. 

    But after working in hospice for over two years,  I'm a lot less afraid of death.  I've learned that there are a lot of things worse  than death.  Often treatment for cancer is much worse than death.  Or living in a bed, just breathing, with very little social interaction.  I used to be more afraid of the actual act of dying, imagining that I'd be suffocating, straining for breath, fighting my body somehow as it slipped away.  But in hospice we really can make a difference.  Death can be peaceful.  Hospice can make the person comfortable, free of pain, and the person can simply slip away with a sigh.  I don't understand why anyone would want to die without hospice.  I figured that we all die someday, and hospice just makes something that is not so pretty a little more bearable for all those involved.   I hope I'm on hospice when I die.  I'm convinced that hospice nurses, especially, are angels in disguise. 

    I've learned that life is not measured in years.  Sure, it'd be great if we could all live a good 90-some years and be healthy and vibrant right to that last breath.  Where I grew up, it seemed like death was a punishment.  People got terminally ill or died because they did something wrong.  If we heard that someone was dying, the first question seemed to be,  "what did they do?"  And of course there are plenty of stories in the Bible of God smiting sinners.  Death was a punishment.  I've done it;  railed against the injustice of someone good and young dying too soon.  I was furious when I suffered my first loss;  a beautiful, 39-year old woman who was loving and kind, a good mother, a good wife, an artist, who brought so much joy and life to me and many.  She got cancer and died, leaving behind two young kids and a spouse.  28 years later I have no answer that would make any sense of her death.  I just know that Cancer Happens.  Death Happens (to everyone).  None of us, really, are immune.  Unless you're Elijah.   I can do smart things like not smoke or drink in excess,  exercise regularly,  eat healthy, and all that helps.  But even if I do all that, I could still get cancer, and even if I don't,  someday I will in fact die.  I have to accept that and make peace with that, or I will be miserable.  I certainly hope it's later than sooner, of course, as I do for all my loved ones. 

But death is not our enemy. 

      I've learned a lot.  Life is precious, because it is limited.  None of us know what timeline we have to work with, so I know that today I have to live.  TODAY I have to be kind, learn a new thing, do something fun, tell my beloveds that I love them.  TODAY I have to pursue what I love, stay connected to God, nourish my friendships, learn to live in a healthy way;  physically, emotionally, spiritually and mentally.  TODAY.  I can't change everything that's uncomfortable or conflicted.  But I can change some things, and the things I can change, I will.  I can change my attitude, if nothing else.  The things that are beyond my control, I will accept as best I can.  I will figure out how to live in spite of those things I can't change.  If I spend all my energy railing against those things, I just take that much more away from my life and those around me.  I do get angry, I get depressed, I get sad,  I get disappointed.  But I refuse to hang on to those things, because life is too short. 

     I've lost several precious people that I love dearly;  Sandie, Georgi, Donna, and Karen, not to mention all the people I loved in my ministry and in hospice.  I will always miss them.  But I know that because I love them so much and because they love me, our relationship continues.  The veil between this life and eternity is very thin, I've learned.  I've had dreams of each of them that has assured me they're alive and well and we are still connected.  They all gave me so much, and even their dying taught me a lot;  lessons that were painful.  They have enlarged my capacity to love... and also to trust in God, Spirit, and our shared timeless life in God. 

     I can honestly say that if I learned today that I was dying,  I would have no regrets.  That is how I want to live.  I want to live so that each day, if it were my last, I could honestly say,  "I lived the way I wanted to, I did what I needed to, said what I needed to say, and most of all, I loved the best I could. I learned, I grew, I tried to be healthy and to be a blessing to others.  I've left nothing undone."  (Well, except that trip to Disney World, but I'm still hoping to fit that in before I die)

     Life is good.  But it's not limited to the 80-90 years we have here.   I'm thinking that this life is only a blip on the great Screen of Life.... when we get to eternity, we'll be just getting started!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sunday Lunch

sipping my
iced tea
waiting for my
sandwich
I see her

two feet tall
with leotards
and black
patent-leather shoes

she dances
twirls
raises her arms
in tune
with an invisible
orchestra

she sees me
watching
and ducks
her head
touching her chin
to her chest shyly

but then
some inner voice
tells her
it doesn't matter

and she piroettes
into the center
of the aisle
her hair fanning out
around her

from behind
a booth
an older boy
apears
with family resemblance

with gel-spiked
hair
and light up
super hero sneakers

he takes
the floor
shaking his booty
to a funkier beat
pumping his arms
driving a rhythm
stomping his feet

he smiles at me
energized by attention
making it up
as he goes along

feeling the music
riding the beat
letting the song
guide the choreography

I watch them
dancing to different drummers
and pray
they never lose
the music
in their souls.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Just Do It


      I dread the election.  I dread all the commercials, the negativity and hate ads by people who claim to be Christians or "men of God."  I am a Democrat.  Living in rural Nebraska, admitting you're a Democrat invites disappointment from people who previously believed you were a good person.  It was awful when I was a pastor.  How could you be a pastor, call yourself a Christian, no less, and be a Democrat?  I had to endure conversations in sewing circles or small group Bible studies about those awful Democrats, as I often had to endure discussions about how the whole problem with the world these days is those working mothers!  Ahem. 

    Religion and politics do not work.  When will we learn this?  When people mix politics with religion, there is hate and condemnation.  Jesus never ran for office, though his followers would have loved that.  He knew power corrupts and absolute power absolutely corrupts.  If someone says that God told them to run, then they've lost credibility in my eyes.  God would not tell anyone to run for the most powerful office in the world.  Sorry. 

     I am tired of the hate.  I am tired of Christianity being represented by people who believe it's their job to condemn others as wrong.  I don't care if you like President Obama, you have a right to your opinion, but he is our president, and the office itself calls for respect.  If you disagree with him, fine, don't vote for him, but if you celebrate democracy, then don't be a sore loser.  When Bush was our president, I was horrified by many things he did, but I didn't feel I had the right to start a hate campaign against him.  I would not have even said that I hated him.  I don't feel that as a Christian, a follower of Jesus, that I have the right to hate anyone.  Not if I claim to represent Jesus.   Jesus' teachings are impossible, it seems, to follow.  They set an impossibly high bar for us.  But it seems that because of that,  Christians give up on trying to reach for that bar.  It seems that just Believing In Jesus is enough, and our behavior has no consequences.  Just Believe.  I never read that Jesus said,  "Just believe in me, and don't worry about the rest.  Do what you want, as long as you believe."  But that seems to be the going belief.  Especially in politics.  You can say you believe in Jesus and then hate anyone you want, bomb anyone you want, and verbally humiliate and berate anyone. 

     I don't believe that. 

    There are a lot of people I don't like, but I refuse to use the word hate.  Hate is like fire to gasoline... it gets out of control.  The object of our hate suddenly isn't human, doesn't have a right to live.  It's an easy jump.  Every living human being, every created thing is precious to God.  EVERYONE.  God never gives us permission to hate.  Jesus, especially, never condoned hate.  And I'd say, looking down from that cross, we would have understood if he felt a little hatred toward those who put him there.  Pain makes us even more vulnerable to hate.  Even then,  he didn't.  He forgave. 

     I lose respect quickly for anyone who doesn't practice what they preach.  And there's an awful lot of preaching going on in our world, especially during elections, and very little practicing.  Or maybe there's practicing, but it's practices that would represent the exact opposite of what is preached.  God is Never Hate.  God is all about Love.  Jesus is Love In Human Form.  And look what we did to him. 

     I'm not telling you who to vote for (the choices are not the least bit encouraging),  but in a country that boasts of democracy, I expect to be free to vote for whomever I want to, and not condemned for it.  And if you believe in democracy, then I also expect that those who don't get who they voted for will behave like adults.  If the one I vote for loses, I intend to respect the process of democracy, and believe that God can work through anybody.  But I will never believe that God works through someone who condones and practices Hatred or condones violence. 

     I try to follow Jesus' teachings in everything I do.  I don't do that perfectly.  I mess up.  But I keep trying, because it's Jesus's teachings that I believe in.  He died for those teachings.  He died for telling the truth.  He walked away from those who would make him president.  He refused to slaughter his enemies.  He chose the radical way of Love, knowing that it wouldn't get him the majority vote.  But I believe Jesus... is a lot like God.  Call me radical.