Showing posts with label Foreboding before Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Foreboding before Death. Show all posts

Friday, January 8, 2010

Friday's Faith - Is there a “Cure” for Grief?





Friday's Faith


Is there a “Cure” for Grief?



A man whose wife of 35 years died 12 months ago does not suddenly walk out his front door today and say, “Okay, I’ve resolved that issue.” Parents whose 4-year-old daughter drowned in a swimming pool do not announce five years later, “We’ve accepted our daughter’s death. It’s okay.” Three weeks after the best friend of a 14-year-old is shot and killed at her high school, the teenager is not likely to say, “I’m healing.” Yet, while a growing number of researchers on loss and bereavement question the use of such words as “acceptance,” “healing,” “recovery,” and “closure,” the media continue to use them. This gives the public the false impression that, despite the tragic proportions of the story being told, the grief will soon be over.

~Robert Baugher




As I told my client this week, going through grief is not exactly "recovery," "closure, "healing," or "cure." But grief does need to be processed; it is very tedious; it is very painful, and along the way, there IS "comfort." That's it! Not cure, not closure, but comfort. And the very slow processing of feelings, memories, sorting through questions of faith, does result in a weaving together of our life that includes new realities we never asked for, but they are ours with which to cope.


It is like I mentioned to Tommy tonight, when God was giving Jesus the cup that He was to drink that included His own death, and Jesus accepted it after much agony and distress (sweating drops of blood), nobody for a minute thought He should be "happy" about walking into such a forboding loss. Yet, do people around us expect us to pop out of our grief, pop out of our loss and celebrate holidays, and celebrate life with them? Yes, they do. But that is unrealistic if not downright mean.



We are "in touch with our emotions" which is healthy. We are not playing pretend. Our lives have been torn from the inside out. We look a lot like victims of many other of life's storms- in shock, sad, dismayed, questioning who we are now, where we are to live, what do we want to do with our lives, what is really important, and do I really want to take the valuable time out of life to celebrate magical holidays that are man-made and do nothing for me spiritually?



We now have a new appreciation for numbering our days on this earth and doing what's most important versus the urgent, the expected, the ritualistic, the commercialized, the programmed. No, we want real. We want God. We want spiritual growth, not playing pretend. But we still may not be very happy.


Jesus modeled many times how to grieve by how He lived His life in many grievous situations. He struggled against evil, wept over the death of loved ones, and wrestled with God over the prospect of His own death. Though our struggles differ, like Jesus we struggle with our own cup that has been handed to us.



Jesus struggled intensely at the Garden of Gethsemane with the cup God was asking Him to bear while we struggle intensely in a more prolonged, rest-of-our-life-kind-of-way of facing the cup we are asked to bear. Even as Jesus questioned and pleaded with His Father, so too we beg and are still begging, "Is there not any other way than this? If possible, let this cup pass from me! May each of us, like Jesus, even as we die inside, ultimately say to our God, "Nevertheless, not my will, but Thine be done." After such distressing struggle against evil and death, the Bible does not indicate that Jesus left the Garden-of-Great-Struggle with a peachy-keen grin on His face. So too, neither will we.











Robert Baugher's full article about the length of grief and how our society (via the media) measures grief:

http://opentohope.com/grief-and-the-holidays/how-long-according-to-the-media-should-grief-last/


Sunday, December 6, 2009

Monday’s Mourning Ministry - Be Still My Soul




Monday’s Mourning Ministry


Be Still My Soul


January, 2005. I was at a choir retreat in the mountains with my church choir. We began the retreat by sharing snacks in the dining room of the retreat center…


The college pastor and his wife were sitting next to me and my husband Tommy, along with another dear couple from our choir.


The college pastor penetrated my thin shell that must have been guarding my heart by asking about Merry Katherine as he had recently seen her doing her community service at a homeless shelter’s store.

He knew something must be going on because that is where the teenagers often go when they are serving their community-service part of their agreements with the juvenile court judge along with a three-month probation in lieu of any jail time for a misdemeanor.


Though the timing was very poor as our time was way too limited to get into such a heavy, heart-wrenching subject, I went ahead and answered his question about what had been going on

– that the summer before, Merry Katherine and two of her friends were caught at an office complex parking lot participating in underage drinking.


He very inappropriately had casually broached such a heart-wrenching subject, not privately, and not in a safe place where we could share our hearts, have prayer, and receive ministerial comfort.

Once he got his intended information, he ineptly handled the information and said it was time for him to leave, yet all four dear people did agree they would pray for her.


Unbeknownst to them in the midst of his callous treatment of the disclosure, my heart was essentially sliced wide open with the blood pouring out, and for the rest of the weekend, I could not stop the flow.

My heart was in the pit of my stomach, and I could not lift it out. Meanwhile, a client called me on my cell phone with suicidal intentions... All of this was just too much, and I was devastated.


******


I went to the regularly scheduled choir practice as this was the weekend in which we would learn and begin to memorize all the music for our spring concert.


Normally, singing music to God would lift my spirits and give me hope for whatever might be going on in my life. But I could not get my heart off the floor.


The minister of music had us break up into small groups to share our hearts and pray for one another, so I shared with two other ladies my heart-break; one of these dear ladies shared that her son was also in college and was rejecting any of his beliefs in God and was delving into other cultish religions. As horrible as I felt, the thought crossed my mind that this was an even worse fate, for at least my baby girl knew and loved her Lord. But still, my heart was flattened...even as we prayed.


After the prayer, God (through the minister of music) introduced the following song. It was the only song we as a choir were going to sing a cappella (singing without instruments), so it was a very powerful experience. The version of the song we were singing only included the first verse of the performance below. As you read and hear the words sung, you will hear what the Lord was trying to tell me.


Be still, my soul! the Lord is on thy side;

Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;

Leave to thy God to order and provide;

In every way, He faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul! Thy best, thy dearest Friend

Through thorny ways, leads to a joyful end.


I felt clearly that God was warning that a major change was coming and that I would need to prepare to “bear my cross of grief or pain”… but to remember that “in every change, He faithful would remain,” and also that “through thorny ways, (He) leads to a joyful end.”


As you might imagine, this message did not lighten my heavy heart, but confirmed it. The entire weekend was a heavy-hearted experience for me. I am usually a very upbeat, positive person, very confident that my God of love would always be with me. So this darkened time was very unusual for me.


As I found out later, my husband, my son Nathan (who was also her best friend), and I, all three, had a dark foreboding about her acting out and where it could lead.


Each of us strongly felt it would have NO good ending… but try as we might, nothing we could do would head it off….

We each also felt, in our own way, that God had used several signs to forewarn us of the evil about to decimate our lives…
and that of our baby girl’s life…


******


And, tonight, I hear the next two verses, and cry even more as I for the first time hear and read the words


Be still, my soul! when dearest friends depart

And all is darkened in the Vale of Tears,

Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart

Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.


******



Be Still My Soul

Libera


Be still my soul! The Lord is on thy side;

Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;

Leave to thy God to order and provide;

In every change, He faithful will remain.

Be still my soul! thy best, thy Heavenly friend

Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.



Be still, my soul! when dearest friends depart

And all is darkened in the Vale of Tears,

Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart

Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.

Be still my soul! the waves and winds still know

His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.



Be still, my soul! the hour is hastening on

When we shall be forever with the Lord,

When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,

Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.

Be still, my soul! when change and tears are past,

All safe and blessed, we shall meet at last.