May 22, 2017

Another Look: Mark

Note from CM: I have an extraordinarily busy week ahead of me since I’m covering for our other chaplain’s caseload as well as my own. So, on Mon-Wed I will re-post some of my favorite stories from my work as a hospice chaplain. If I don’t get to clear comments that get held right away, please be patient. I’ll do my best.

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The Garden of St. Paul Hospital, van Gogh

Listen, my beloved brothers and sisters. Has not God chosen the poor in the world to be rich in faith and to be heirs of the kingdom that he has promised to those who love him?

• James 2:5, NRSV

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We stood and sat on a quiet green spot at the cemetery under sunny blue skies filled with white billowing clouds. Besides the funeral home staff, there were fewer than ten of us, and not one was related to the deceased. Mark had no family left in this world, not since his sister died seven years ago. Despite his own handicaps and limitations he had cared for her in the final season of her life. When she died, he took it so hard he ended up in jail.

That’s where he met Dewey. Today, Dewey was sitting in front of me and he was the first to volunteer to speak when I asked for us all to share our memories and thoughts about Mark. He walked up, stood behind the blue metal casket, put a hand on it, and said, “I…I guess I should start. I knew him longest. We met in jail after his sister died. Wasn’t long after that we got out and became roommates. And yeah, we had our ups and downs. Mark, he liked things just so, you know. I was a little more…I don’t know, free, you know? We went through a lot together, Mark and me. I’m gonna miss him.” We were all impressed with Dewey’s initiative and eloquence.

Mark was schizophrenic with mood disorders and had a history of other problems I didn’t fully grasp. When I first visited him with a couple of my hospice teammates he sat on the couch, his stuffed monkey in the corner on a pillow, and he rocked back and forth as he talked. Sometimes, I was told, he insisted you call him by another name — I forget now what it was — that represented an alternative identity. When he was that person, he tended to be more volatile and unreceptive. I never met this other Mark, however. I only knew the soft-spoken, obsessive Mark who repeated his words over and over again and tried to help you understand him.

On that first visit, I came to suspect that he had been hurt by religion or churches, ministers or church people somewhere along the line. When he heard I was the chaplain, he launched into a long stream of consciousness explanation about why he could never take communion because he didn’t believe in eating people and no one was ever going to force him to do that. Not wanting to upset him, I just let him ramble, though every once in a while he left an opening where I could say, “Mark, I’m only here to be your friend. I’ve come to support you and won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.” I could well imagine the impression Mark might have made in a church setting, and how it would have been hard for a minister or church folks to know how to talk to him. It was hard for me, at least on the first visit. So I played it low key, listened a lot, and whenever I spoke I tried to find some words of reassurance and support. It seemed to go pretty well.

Mark was under the care of a team of social workers and counselors from our network’s mental health office near his apartment. With their help, over the course of ten years, Mark had gotten to the point where he could live alone and function with some independence in the community. They visited daily to make sure he took his medications and help him with any problems he encountered. They had been working with Mark in two different locations for over ten years, saw him through the crisis when his sister died, and assisted and supported him through many other challenges. We met with his team when Mark first came on hospice and became partners in providing care for him now that he had developed stage four lung cancer that had metastasized to his brain. As nature is wont to do sometimes, cancer added insult to injury by raising a swollen mass behind his eye that caused it to bulge out, affecting his appearance. Mark was sensitive about that, and even went out on his own and bought an eye patch to cover it up.

It was this small group of people who gathered in front of Mark’s casket under blue skies: the only “family” he had, a friend he met in jail, a couple of us from hospice, and a half dozen case workers who had diligently cared for Mark for many years. I had been asked to lead the service, and as we sat and stood there together, I thought it important to give everyone a chance to share their thoughts, memories, and feelings. Each one tearfully and eloquently did, and what was said reflected the gifts Mark had given to each one as they had worked with him. They spoke of his big heart, his generous manner, his habit of always thanking others for their help and expressing his appreciation. I praised them all for doing God’s work, for giving dignity to someone most people in the world would ignore, for recognizing his value, for giving of themselves to someone who otherwise may have lived and died alone.

 

Trees in the Garden at St. Paul Hospital, van Gogh

And I remembered Jesus’ words, about how he came to bring God’s blessing to the unfortunate, the “losers” (as the world categorizes them):

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice, for they shall be satisfied.

Then I recalled that Jesus also commended those who follow him by bringing aid and comfort to those unfortunate ones, whose work is often scoffed at, even opposed by those who do more “important” things in the world:

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of justice, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

When Jesus said these words, he was going against everything the world stood for — even the religious world. Most people assume that the ones who are truly “blest” in this world are the rich, the comfortable, the well-adjusted, the healthy, the happy people, the people who make a lot of money or gain a lot of power and prestige. We tend to think that God’s favor is for the winners, not the losers.

But Jesus said just the opposite. He said he came to lift up the lowly, to reach out to those the rest of us avoid, to give priority to powerless, mistreated, hurting people. He came to seek out the lost, hidden, overlooked folks. The people on the margins. The difficult cases. The intractable problem people. The poor, the oppressed, those who are physically, mentally and emotionally frail. Those whom society calls the losers.

People like Mark.

When we care for people like Mark and get involved in their lives, we realize that the world’s categorization of “winners” and “losers” amounts to a pile of horse manure. Every single one of those people present before Mark’s casket that day testified of his dignity, his value, his worth, and what they gained from working with him. Every person mourned that day because a beautiful life had left the world. It matters not one whit that this life had been wrapped in a troubling disguise. Yes, it took long work and faithful attention for some of us to uncover and appreciate the beauty, but it was there all the time awaiting discovery.

If you read the stories about Jesus, you see that he interacted with these kinds of people all the time, treated them as important and delighted in giving attention to them. Those in power and leadership didn’t like it very much because they thought that Israel’s Messiah should first come to bless the leaders and make them stronger and more prosperous and capable of overcoming their enemies. But that’s not where Jesus placed his priorities. And they were offended.

Even today, it is sad that the world doesn’t usually honor people with those kind of priorities. I remarked to that group of folks who worked with Mark that I didn’t have to tell them that. All we need to do is look at our paychecks and contrast what they pay people in other kinds of jobs to see what the world values and rewards.

But a lot of those better paid people will never know what it means to receive gifts from folks like Mark.

The last time I saw Mark awake and alert, he had been admitted to a nursing home because he couldn’t live alone any longer due to the progression of his disease. A few of us went to see him and found that he was now mumbling his words to such an extent that they were indecipherable. Still, he tried to communicate, and we in turn tried to reassure him. I took a moment just before I left to kneel down in front of him as he sat on his bed. “Mark, we’re here for you and I’ll check on you again soon, OK? I want you to know we’re praying for you. See you later.” Once again, knowing that the topic of religion could set him off, I tried to keep a light touch.

I arose and started to walk out the door, and when I did I perceived some movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked back at Mark and he was sitting there with his hand outstretched, reaching out to shake mine. A wave of profound joy overwhelmed me at that moment. I took his hand and when I let go, I walked away holding a gift that no one can ever take away from me.

Easter VI: Pic & Cantata of the Week

Sun Kissed Shore 2016

(Click on picture for larger image)

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One of Bach’s cantatas for Easter VI is the delightful “Wahrlich, wahrlich, ich sage much” (BWV 84), based on the Gospel for the day in the composer’s time: John 16:23-30.

Two pieces from this work describe a wonderful conversational relationship between the believer and God in the Word and prayer. God promises, and we affirm our trust in his goodness and faithfulness.

The opening bass aria provides a wonderful melodic setting for Jesus’ promise: “Truly, truly, I say to you, whatever you ask the Father in my name will be given to you” (16:23).

In the fifth movement, the tenor aria responds to Jesus’ promise with a bright, positive affirmation of trust: “God’s help is certain!”

God’s help is certain;
if for the moment his help is postponed,
it is not therefore cancelled.
For God’s word makes this clear:
God’s help is certain!

Text by Anonymous

The IM Saturday Brunch – May 20, 2017

THE INTERNET MONK SATURDAY BRUNCH

”It is talk-compelling. It puts you in a good temper, it makes you satisfied with yourself and your fellow beings, it sweeps away the worries and cobwebs of the week.”

Coffee Break. Photo by Davide D’Amico

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UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE WEEK

“I think it would be helpful to have less drama emanating from the White House.”

• Sen. Mitch McConnell

Gee, ya think?

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METHODIST, SS TEACHER, NIEBUHRIAN

RNS reports that FBI Director James Comey uses the name “Reinhold Niebuhr” on his private Twitter and Instagram accounts.

Comey, who grew up in a Catholic family, earned his college degree in chemistry and religious studies from William & Mary in 1982. He wrote his senior thesis about Niehbur, comparing his views of the role of the Christian in politics with that of Jerry Falwell.

Comey’s thesis treats Niebuhr’s writings as a kind of wisdom literature for Christian office seekers. “Every aspiring world leader,” he advised, should study “Niebuhr’s classic statement of the human condition.”

Reducing Niebuhr’s corpus to a simple “formula,” Comey declared: “The Christian is to seek justice. Politics holds the power necessary for the establishment of justice. Therefore the Christian must participate in the political process.” According to Comey, Niebuhr believed that “the Christian and politics are made for each other” — indeed, that the Christian is “the perfect political animal.”

“Politics holds the power necessary for the establishment of justice.”

We’ll see, James. We’ll see.

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SOME ODD STORIES FROM THE WEEK

Vladimir Putin played hockey on his 64th birthday.

A Florida man died on his 89th birthday when he crashed his car into a fire hydrant and drowned.

A Pennsylvania woman made a dress from the wrappers of more than 10,000 Starburst candies given to her by her high school sweetheart-turned-husband.

Underwhelming local headlines…

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WHERE THAT PLASTIC WATER BOTTLE ENDS UP

The Washington Post reports:

Henderson Island, an uninhabited atoll in the South Pacific, is so isolated that it’s one of the few places in the world “whose ecology has been practically untouched by a human presence.”

That is, at least, according to its description by a United Nations group, which named Henderson Island a UNESCO World Heritage site in 1988.

…In reality, the remote island has become the final resting place for an estimated 38 million pieces of garbage, according to researchers who arrived on its shores in 2015 and were stunned to find the atoll’s once-undisturbed white-sand beaches littered with trash. Nearly all of it was made of plastic.

Researchers believe that about 3,500 pieces of trash are continuing to wash up there daily, and that Henderson Island now has the highest density of plastic waste in the world, according to a report published Tuesday in the scientific journal Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

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QUESTIONS OF THE WEEK

Will abortion be legalized in Ireland?

Women bloggers: blessing or crisis for the church?

What is the role and importance of doctrine for American Methodists?

How much caffeine is too much? and, in a related story, how many teenagers die around the world every day, and by what causes?

Scientists glued fake caterpillars on plants worldwide. Then what happened?

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CONGRATULATIONS TO BOTH OLD & YOUNG

Congrats to Bryson William Verdun Hayes!

Verdun, as he is known, broke the record for the world’s oldest skydiver, when he joined two other family members in a tandem jump. Hayes was 101 years and 38 days old when they leapt.

Hayes is a D-Day veteran, and made the jump to raise money for the Royal British Legion.

Congrats to Carson Huey-You!

The 14 year-old became the youngest person ever to receive a bachelor’s degree at Texas Christian University.

According to this article in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram:

Huey-You ends his undergraduate chapter with a physics degree — chosen because he likes learning how things work and interact — and minors in math and Chinese.

 

His advice to other 14-year-olds?

“Try to stay focused on what you are doing,” Huey-You said. “Even if it seems really, really challenging and hard to get through, stay with it.”

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THE SALVATION OF SNUGGLES

According to NPR:

Volunteers at an overdose prevention site in Vancouver, Canada, say they saved the life of a rat named Snuggles after the little rodent overdosed on heroin.

The pet was brought into the center by a woman who said it had eaten heroin off a table. It had passed out and wasn’t breathing, so Melissa Patton gave it some Narcan orally. Then she gave it oxygen and watched it throughout the night, keeping it warm next to her neck and feeding it with a syringe.

The woman who brought in Snuggles is now seeking treatment, and Patton has agreed to take care of Snuggles.

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50 YEARS AGO TODAY

On this day in 1967, The Beatles‘ new album Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had a special preview on the Kenny Everett BBC Light program, ‘Where It’s At’, playing every track from the album, (except ‘A Day In The Life’ which the BBC had banned saying it could promote drug taking).

Many think it is the greatest album of all time. It certainly raised the concept of “the album” to a level never known or appreciated before.

Here is a short video about the making of Sgt. Pepper and then another with its concluding song, which many critics also consider the Beatles’ greatest song.

Happy Saturday!

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Top Photo by Davide D’Amico at Flickr.

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