Tuesday, August 25, 2009

“NO ROOM IN THE INN” FOR THE EMOTIONALLY WOUNDED




“NO ROOM IN THE INN” 

FOR THE EMOTIONALLY WOUNDED

by Tommy C. Prince



I happened upon a local church service on TV Sunday morning and was immediately sickened by what I saw.  The typical “elite” praise singers were up front, holding onto individual microphones looking up as if they are seeking the face of God, when, in my experience (twenty years of playing drums in five different churches), I found most are really seeking their own praise and glory.  The real reason they close their eyes when they look up is that the stage lights will fry your retina if you stare at them too long.  But they try to project that they are focused on singing to God.  In the background was the typical un-robed choir rocking back and forth, and each one was trying to out-sing the person next to him.  I couldn’t even leave the TV on long enough to check out the "praise band."

 


Watching this dog-and-pony-show helped me clarify one of the biggest reasons I don’t go to church any more.  There is no place for me in today’s church as I am now emotionally wounded from my 19-year-old daughter being killed 3 years ago.  I am not the same person I was.  Inside of me, I carry around a broken heart and a damaged soul.  How does talking about America-being-a-Christian-nation and God-blessing-America address my pain?  How does the way the music is being presented minister to my soul?  How does hearing about the "consumer" benefits of being a Christian help my woundedness before God?  How does a sermon on “sin management” have anything to do with what I am going through?


 

The good news is I still consider myself a disciple of Christ.  The bad news is the religious people think I am "at risk," as if whether or not I go to church has anything to do with the depth of my relationship with God Himself.   In a sense, I am "at risk" in that I am working through cleaning up a spiritual-train-wreck and will most likely come out the other side questioning ninety percent of what the church teaches.  

Taking ownership of my faith before God has been a liberating—but lonely—experience.


 

No church that I know of is teaching what I consider to be a dominant theme of the Gospel of Jesus:

 

“In this world you will have trouble.”

 

“You must lose your life to save it.”

 

“Blessed are those who mourn.”

 

“Consider it all joy when you have trials of many kinds.”

 

“Blessed is the person who perseveres under trials and trouble.”

 

“The Son of  Man must suffer many things.  Follow Me.”

 

“But be not troubled for I have overcome the world.”

 

 

These truths are soothing to my battered soul for they resonate with what I am living.  There is something wrong with the church-as-we-know-it-today when there is no place for the emotionally wounded to go and feel at home.







"No Vacancy" - http://www.neon-das.com/flashi16.jpg 

Written 8/25/09 - "No Room in the Inn" for the Emotionally Wounded - Tommy C. Prince


Monday, August 24, 2009

Monday’s Mourning Ministry


Searching the Bible on Behalf of us Bereaved Parents as we Grieve Our Great Loss…


Monday’s Mourning Ministry


Streams of tears flow from my eyes because my people are destroyed. My eyes will flow unceasingly without relief, until the Lord looks down from Heaven and sees . . .


My splendor is gone and all that I had hoped from the Lord. I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope:


Because of the Lord’s great love, we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.”


Lamentations 3:48-50, 18-23 NIV



He’s Always Been Faithful

~ Sara Groves


Great is Thy Faithfulness, Lord, Unto Me

(He's Always Been Faithful)

Morning by morning I wake up to find
The power and comfort of God’s hand in mine
Season by season I watch Him, amazed
In awe of the mystery of His perfect ways
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me.

I can’t remember a trial or a pain
He did not recycle to bring me gain
I can’t remember one single regret
In serving God only, and trusting His hand
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful to me.

This is my anthem, this is my song
The theme of the stories I’ve heard for so long
God has been faithful, He will be again
His loving compassion, it knows no end
All I have need of, His hand will provide
He’s always been faithful, He’s always been faithful
He’s always been faithful to me.







Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHFK94QH5sU Sara Groves: He's Always Been Faithful

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Thursday, August 20, 2009

Treasures of Darkness



Treasures of Darkness


“Carry each other’s burdens…” Galatians 6:2



I wanted to do this…I wanted to share;

I looked all around me…no one was there!

How can they abandon th’ mommy in need,

Th’ burdens so heavy, her life they impede!



“My child, they can’t lift e’en a part that you bear;

Their fears of your life do simply impair!

They may want to reach out, but don’t know how;

Th’ soul-muscles-to-bear, to you I’d endow.”



Lord, You’re so right! I spend hours before You;

Folks without pain could not have the same View…

To walk through th’ Valley of th’ Shadow of Death

Won’t work without carrying pray’rs on each breath!



You meet me in grief; my hubby does too…

I am doubly blessed to have each of you,

And then there’s the quiet I sorely need,

Your Word in my hand, to travel godspeed.



(But)…I miss my friends; I miss my sisters too—

But if they can’t “do pain,” more damage they’ll do!

…Then out of the blue…from “Internet sky,”

You send a new sister twittering by…



She has the muscle to help bear the load—

Because, I find out…she’s walked…the same road.

We’ve both lost a daughter t’ evil’s deceit,

Despite our love, e’en with “tough love” complete.

Not a sister by blood, but one…by tears,

She’s cried along with me these last three years.



Unbeknownst t’ each other, a country apart,

You’ve brought us together t’ share from the heart.

Thank You Lord for your Treasures of Darkness,

Granting companionship midst th’ grief’s starkness…



O Lord, may our sharing bring Your healing

As even now, it brings such warm feeling—

But Lord, I have one more question for You…

Did…two friends in Heav’n…pray their moms’d meet too…?!



“I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who calls you by name.” Isaiah 45:3





In Honor of

Danielle Arena Helms

On her birthday:

August 20, 2009







Picture: by Danielle Helms http://twitpic.com/e7yek

http://www.kristinhelmsfoundation.org/

Written 8/12/09 – Poem – Treasures of Darkness – Angie Bennett Prince

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Reflections of Our Loved Ones



When our loved ones pass & soar toward Heaven, they leave their reflection behind in our hearts & thoughts forever ~Danielle Helms









In thanks to Danielle Helms, mother of
Kristin Danielle Helms (6/5/1990 - 7/16/2006)
for her Picture: Reflections http://bit.ly/pcQA1
Web: http://www.kristinhelmsfoundation.org

Friday, August 14, 2009

Goodnight Sun





Goodnight Sun



Goodnight sun

Saying day is done…




Since you’re way up high

In God’s great big sky,

Will you please smile upon

My baby girl up on

Abba Daddy’s lap

Getting her nice long nap…

Give her a warm embrace

Till I can see her face…




Goodnight sun

Saying day is done…





We will wait upon

God to send His Son

Saying Day is done…

But life in Heav’n’s begun!





Goodnight Father-Spirit-Son,

Blessed Three-in-One,

Until my race is run,

May Your blessed will be done…

Until our Day is done,

And Your final Victory’s won!





Goodnight Baby Girl

Sitting atop my world…

Goodnight sun

Saying day is done…








Poem dedicated to—



Kristin Danielle Helms

(6/5/1990 – 7/16/2006)



and



Merry Katherine Prince

(3/29/1987 – 8/2/2006)




"~Our only daughters=Friends in Heaven.

Moms bonded by the empty ache..." ~Danielle Helms











Picture: “Goodnight Sun” from grieving mother, Danielle Helms, mother of Kristen Danielle Helms http://twitpic.com/c4503 Web: http://www.kristinhelmsfoundation.org


Poem – Goodnight Sun – Angie Bennett Prince – 8/7/09

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Goodnight Moon



Goodnight Moon



Goodnight Moon

And your red balloon

Goodnight Baby Girl

All...on top of the world...




Goodnight kisses

Blown without misses

"Muah-whoosh" kisses

Full of memories and wishes...

Combing your curly hair,

Hugging like a teddy bear,

Reading Goodnight Moon,

...And now,

you are there...




Now can you see th’ cow

jumpin’ over th’ moon?




Mommy loves you so!

Though she’s down below,

She wants you to know,

"I love you so

I miss my baby girl so..."




Goodnight Moon

And your red balloon—

Goodnight Baby Girl

All...

on top of this world…





Merry Katherine’s first complete phrase as a tiny tot was an anguished cry:

“My balloon up in the sky!”

when she accidentally let go of her red helium-filled balloon as we got out of the car…



Now, she is rejoined up high in the sky with God, Jesus, and

the Holy Spirit, and

possibly with…her long-lost little red balloon!





Poem dedicated to


Kristin Danielle Helms

(6/5/1990 – 7/16/2006),


and


Merry Katherine Prince

(3/29/1987 – 8/2/2006)



"~Our only daughters=Friends in Heaven.

Moms bonded by the empty ache..." ~Danielle Helms





Picture: “Goodnight Moon” from another grieving mother, Danielle Helms, mother of Kristin Danielle Helms http://twitpic.com/d333q

Web: http://www.kristinhelmsfoundation.org

Poem written 8/7/09 – Goodnight Moon – Angie Bennett Prince , Inspired by the bedtime favorite Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown, pictures by Clement Hurd