Tuesday, July 2, 2013
No Guilt in Life, No Fear in Death . . .
One week ago I received news that a much beloved friend's husband had received a devastating diagnosis of recurrent and possibly aggressive cancer. I didn't (and still don't) have all the details, but that didn't really matter; the news alone was enough to bring tears and overwhelm my heart with sadness. Even today I still am having trouble keeping the tears back, the situation just hits too close to home to be devoid of emotion. My thoughts this week continue to return to a time that I was experiencing a similar situation.
It was the spring of 2008 and I was sitting in the ferry line at Anacortes, dreading the family gathering that was about to happen. After months of declining health and numerous inconclusive tests my father had been tentatively diagnosed with lung cancer. We were gathering as a family before he went in for a bronchoscopy of his lung to get a definitive diagnosis. As I waited, songs of worship played in my car - "Blessed be Your Name," "He Leadeth Me," "His Eye is on the Sparrow," and "It Is Well With My Soul" - each song seemed to speak to the uncertainty and anguish I was feeling, while directing me back to God and His goodness.
But it was the final verse of "In Christ Alone" by Stuart Townend that gave me the assurance I was seeking, the hope that God was working in the midst of this terrible situation.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
this is the power of Christ in me.
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
can ever pluck me from his hand.
'Til He returns, or calls me home,
here in the power of Christ I stand.
I can still feel the impact the words of that song had on my outlook about my father's future. I knew without a doubt that my daddy was in the hands of his/my Father. God knew the number of days he'd set aside for my dad, and I could trust he was safe in the mighty arms of God.
It was a good thing that God spoke to me so clearly during the ferry wait, because things didn't resolve quickly and neatly. It was another four or five months before they definitively diagnosed lung cancer and removed his left lung. Then 18 months later he died of pneumonitis after radiation for a recurrence of cancer in his other lung.
During that time, we all learned what it meant to rely on Christ alone and to have no fear of death. My father's last days, before he could no longer speak, were filled with praise for God and concern for those around him – friends, family, nurses, doctors, technicians- who might not know Christ as their Savior. He wanted everyone to experience the confidence he had in his Savior, the surety that death was nothing to be feared.
How do people do this thing called life without something bigger than themselves in which to believe? To whom do they cry out for help and hope? I am so grateful that I - and my family, and my friends mentioned above - have someone on whom we can depend.
Today, I join with the Psalmist in Psalm 62:5-8 by declaring :
For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.
He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us. Selah
What more can I say - Selah, indeed!
Monday, May 27, 2013
In Pursuit of an Almond Croissant
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Life Lessons from Les Miserables
It is no secret, I was already a Les Miserables fan before our pastor assigned the movie as a homework assignment for his next sermon. I had seen it three times on the stage and then 7-8 more times on PBS when they aired the 10th and 25th anniversary productions. The first time I was in the 12th row dead center at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre in Vancouver, where we were so close that we could see the spit coming out of the performers' mouths and smell the sweat of the students and soldiers after the revolt ended (okay maybe that was my imagination).
beneath the lash upon the rack,
and yet he offers me my freedom,
I feel my shame inside me like a knife.
He told me that I have a soul,
how does he know?
What spirit comes to move my life?
Is there another way to go?"
Back to Les Miserables - I could go on and on about the performance of Ann Hathaway, Russell Crowe, Samantha Barks, and others. Some of them were great, some just good, and some not so good. But the bottom line for me is that this version of Les Miserables actually made a profound impact on me - despite its imperfections. Sometimes perfection gets in the way when trying to communicate the incredible truth of God's grace.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Psalm 46 – My Reflections
As I read and reflected on Psalm 46 I was struck by the contrasts communicated by the psalmist. Of course he highlights the obvious contrast of man's ways versus God's, but he also communicates the seemingly polar attributes of God's character.
At times in this psalm the truth slaps you in the face, and other times you have to read between the lines. In fact, as the psalm commands, you have to be still and listen.
At first glance I observed the changeful and temporal nature of the earth and its inhabitants contrasted with the changeless and eternal nature of God. Mountains are moved, the waters roar, the earth shakes, kingdoms are established and destroyed as people battle one another throughout the ages. But, Yahweh – the eternal and self-existent one, God above all gods – remains present and available to provide help and strength and refuge.
A second reading revealed the gamut of human responses to calamity, from fear and anxiety to confidence and stillness. Bad things happen all around us - economies fail, wars rage, natural disasters happen, the evil prosper and the good suffer. Our response to these things is a direct reflection of our understanding of God. We can weather the difficulties, uncertainty, and fearful situations if we know who our God truly is and believe that the fulness of his character is available to us.
It was in my third time of reflection that the breadth and depth of God's character commanded my attention. In our "God of the New Testament" culture, I think we often miss out on what really makes our God different from the one dimensional gods of other religions.
God is holy and exalted above us, yet he chooses to be very present with us. His ways and character are beyond our understanding, yet he desires to be known and experienced by his people. He creates and remains sovereign over his creation, but allows that same creation to destroy itself. The same God who utters his voice in destructive power, speaks softly to comfort and reassure his fearful child. Many cannot grasp the significance of these contrasting attributes or characteristics, but if they would it would provide a stronger foundation for them in the storms of life.
Of course, I wouldn't be a true reformed theologian if I didn't remind myself and others that this was the psalm on which Martin Luther based his famous song "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God" - a song whose lyrics and melody kept running through my mind as I reflected on God's character revealed in Psalm 46. What powerful truths are communicated in this timeless hymn. If you have time, listen to a version recorded by Chris Rice, but at the very least reflect on the words below.
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
This is the God in whom I place my trust - Amen and Amen!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Several months ago I had a "déjà vu smell" experience. It happened while I was at Brunch on the Beach at the home of Paula Thomas on Alki. As I stood in the kitchen surrounded by women of our church, the smell of the sea air wafting through the house caused a kaleidoscope of memories to replay in my mind – walking on Alki with my dad as a small child, getting caught in a rip-current at Ocean Shores while clam digging, a serious talk at Golden Gardens with my then boyfriend Tom before we got engaged, walking the beaches of San Juan Island with him on our 7th anniversary, and our last walk on Alki just months before his death in 1994. It only took a minute for the images and emotions of those life changing moments to pass through my mind, but it was a powerful whole being type of experience.
When I got home, I immediately sat down to document the experience while it was still fresh in my mind. The words just seemed to flow from my fingertips; the emotions and lessons learned from each shoreline walk brought smiles and tears. After more than two hours of writing and editing I was ready to publish the post. All I needed to do was insert a picture to make it look appealing.
Note to self . . . always write your blog posts in Word and save them before you actually start working in the blog program. That’s what I usually did, but that day I deviated and started writing directly in my blog. As I was trying to get the text to wrap properly around the picture, I mistakenly hit CTRL A (select all command) and the back button. That combination deleted all the content of the post. Before I could hit undo, I lost my internet connection and the blog program froze up. My heart sank; I knew I had lost it all.
I tried for an hour to reconstruct the post, but the process of getting it out of my head and into black and white had literally sapped all the memories and insights from my mind. My creativity had been exhausted. As the deaf saying goes . . . train gone.
Maybe it was a sign that those writing efforts were for me alone. I needed to re-live the pain and joys of those events privately, and voice gratitude to God without an audience. Believe me the time was not wasted even though I had nothing to show for it. I am grateful that I cannot lose the memories and the sense of gratitude as easily as I lost my ponderings.
At this moment I can’t recall any of the "ah ha's" of that day, the only two things I can salvage are the verse Paula gave to us with a piece of beach glass, and the poem Tom wrote and inserted into a music box filled with beach glass and shells.
Music Box & Poem |
Though not the glorious vessels they once were – some destined for beauty and the aesthetic, others molded for service.
Though broken and worn by tumult of winds and wave, even the smallest piece becomes a “treasure” for those who are thoughtful and would take the time to look.
Ecclesiastes 2:11 – He has made everything beautiful in its time.
I am thankful for the opportunity my déjà vu smell experience gave me to reflect on God’s faithfulness and sovereignty in my life. I wouldn’t trade one moment of my life - even the moment I deleted my blog - for a life without the presence of God. He is working even in the small things of my life to make me all that he wants me to be. As Ecclesiastes 2:14 says, “I perceived that whatever God does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it.”
True, so true . . .
Monday, January 31, 2011
Lessons from Grandma
Several of my posts have been about death and dying, which to many might seem morbid and depressing. But for me, it is just a part of life and it is important to find good in even the most difficult times of life. Once again, I have the opportunity to ponder the goodness of God as I mourn the death of my Grandma at age 94, on December 16th.
Here’s a memory that I wrote to share at her memorial service that took place on January 16, 2011. Seems like just yesterday . . .
It is difficult to communicate in a succinct way all that I remember about Grandma – what made her so special and how much she did for me. I remember how she corrected my grammar, beat me soundly at Scrabble, and lovingly made ebelskivers for breakfast as a special treat. I have a clear picture of her knitting and crocheting beautiful afghans while cheering on the Dodgers or watching the evening news. She was the poster child for an independent, stubborn, and hardworking woman.
But in the end, it isn’t the funny or touching things she did or said that I remember, it is the way that knowing her has transformed my life. I didn’t necessarily know her through her own words or stories, it was her life that spoke volumes to me. I am the better for observing how she lived.
Through her influence I realized that it is okay to wonder, but don’t wallow. Grandma had a difficult childhood and could have wallowed in the unfairness of her life. I know that she sometimes wondered what life would have been like if she had grown up under the care of her loving mother, who died when Grandma was less than two. But in the midst of wondering she communicated that God was in control and had used her past to help her minister to others.
She taught me that it is not about what you get out of life, it is about what you give. Grandma modeled a simplicity of life and contentment that is unheard of in our overly materialistic society. She held possessions and resources very lightly. I think of that every time I covet new furniture, or want to remodel my perfectly lovely home, or hold on to possessions that I rarely use. Grandma wasn’t drawn to bigger and better or more; she would rather live simply so she could share generously with others. I know many of her children, grandchildren, and friends have been beneficiaries of her generosity. She couldn’t have been so generous without making the choice to live simply.
I also learned that hospitality and friendship are the two most valuable things you can give to others. Grandma hosted so many in her home – internationals, family, friends of her children – everyone was welcome. She gave of her time and offered her friendship to developmentally or physically disabled, shut-ins, and those who were new to the US. She truly loved and cared for all who passed through her life.
Last, but not least, Grandma taught me that I should be bold about sharing my faith. Grandma was not afraid to share her faith, even at the risk of offending someone. I know that God kept her on earth for all these years because there was just one more person who needed to know Jesus as their Savior. I am grateful for all that Grandma modeled for me, but in the end, this is the greatest thing I have learned from her.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
All I Once Held Dear . . .
Today is the first day of Spring. Even though it is a bit chilly this morning, the sun is shining and the weathercasters are promising temperatures in the mid- to high 60’s. I look outside and see the flowers blooming and trees budding, and birds flitting among the branches. All of nature is coming back to life at once it seems; all of God’s creation except me. It has been a long time since I have met the wonder of any new season with such a lack of anticipation and overwhelming sadness.
Losing my husband progressively to AIDS over the last 5 ½ years of our marriage and becoming a widow at age 33, was at time such as this. At times I thought I would never make it through and joy would never come. But just in time God would bring me a moment where I clearly saw His good for me, could feel my heartbreak heal and hope for the future break through. It was like Spring coming after a long Winter of sadness, grief, anger, and loneliness.
In the last 15 years there have been other hard times in my life, but nothing like the events of the last six weeks. At a time when life should be bursting forth, for me the joy of life has died.
No need to go into all the details, except to say that my father died of lung cancer when we hoped he was going to be one of the success stories. Just as we thought he would be done with treatment and jump back into the life he loved, he was hospitalized with radiation pneumonitis and died within a week, on February 13th. The next day, when we should have been celebrating the love exhibited in my parents' marriage of nearly 50 years, we drew together as a family to begin mourning the loss of Dad’s presence. Over the next week, we were surrounded by loving family and friends, celebrating the life we had shared with him, and being comforted by the knowledge that Dad was with his Lord in heaven.
A couple of weeks after the memorial services, we began to settle into our new way of being family. We all found our niche to help my mom with the everyday responsibilities of life – bills, probate, house maintenance, social events and planning for the future – things that all brought back some sense of rhythm and purpose to our lives. Sure there were still sad moments, but we were functioning together as a family, working together to grieve and progress toward normalness.
Just as things were starting to calm down, another tragedy struck on St. Patrick’s Day. My parent’s adorable dog, Sadie - which my mom bought for Dad to help him in his recovery and was now helping her in her own grief – was struck by a car and killed. The most painful part was that it happened while the dog was in the care of my sister, as my mother was 80 miles away with me, meeting with an attorney to take care of estate business.
I cannot put words to the intense pain and sadness that has erupted and remained since the death of that little dog just three days ago. All of us are devastated – why did this have to happen at this time and in this particular way? The pain seems even greater than the pain I felt when my father died – it doesn’t make sense and seems so pointless. I think we all have begun to question the sovereignty God, perhaps even His goodness.
I am so grateful for Scripture and music at these times in my life. How do people function and find meaning without those resources? Rereading the story of Job, and verses from Lamentation 3, Isaiah 43 and 54, reminded me that when I feel that life is overwhelming, God is there. I am sure that none of the authors who penned these passages truly understood in their human minds or hearts what God was working in their lives as they were going through such awful times. But they all gained the understanding, through the work of the Holy Spirit, to believe that God would be true to his character – loving, compassionate, faithful, merciful, all-knowing, all-powerful, righteous and just – throughout their sufferings.
Then this morning, I was listening to worship songs on my I-Pod, when I was struck by the truth of Philippians 3:7, so beautifully expressed in a song by Graham Kendrick called Knowing You.
V1
All I once held dear, built my life upon,
all this world reveres and wars to own.
All I once thought gain I have counted loss,
spent and worthless now compared to this.
CHORUS
Knowing You, Jesus, knowing You,
There is no greater thing.
You’re my all, You’re the best,
You’re my joy, my righteousness,
And I love you Lord.
V2
Now my heart’s desire is to know You more,
to be found in You, and known as Yours.
To possess by faith what I could not earn,
all surpassing gift of righteousness.
V3
Oh to know the pow’r of Your risen life
and to know You in Your sufferings,
To become like You in Your death, my Lord,
So with You to live and never die.
All of this leads me to ask whether I really believe that knowing God and believing in the saving work of his son Jesus is the greatest and the best. Where does my joy really come from? Is experiencing pain just a part of experiencing true joy? Will I eventually see the events of the last six weeks as a means to greater joy and faith and righteousness?
Knowing my dad and being loved by him brought great joy to my life. Having little Sadie for the last 8-9 months brought joy to all of us, too. But no matter how much love and joy they brought, it is only temporary. How much greater joy should it be to know the God of the Universe who loves me unconditionally and who works so mightily in my life? He alone has been and will be with me all of my life, as I go through the suffering that is shaping me. It is hard to learn through experience and even more difficult to believe, but this is all part of the process of becoming Christ-like.