Evelyn Glennie shows how to listen | Video on TED.com

Evelyn Glennie shows how to listen | Video on TED.com

LISTENING

A friend recently said that he had been talking for 30 years and thought it was time he started listening. I was impressed by that resolve.

Today I ran onto a TED video of Evelyn Glennie, a deaf percussionist and composer, who challenged me to think outside the box. She also opened my mind to the greater potential of ourselves and others if we learn to listen with our whole being. She uses music/percussion to express deep truths.

I'm processing so much lately and want to really listen to hear truth about myself and life in general but specifically related to what I am experiencing these days. I desire to listen more profoundly to hear from God as he speaks through his word and through others. I want to listen so that I not only understand him, but myself and others and have a deeper compassion that comes from truly listening.

A question a dear counselor once repeatedly asked me during weeks of therapy was: What is reality? He would never answer the question for me. But always posed the question so from time to time 30 years later I continue to ask myself the same question which I think is answered when we seek to listen.

I especially want to listen and learn to walk through the reality of aging, now that my body is weakening, with grace and peace not succumbing to despair but staying present in love and life.

Probably most important,t I want to learn to listen to others to hear and understand rather than to always feel like I need to do something to fix "IT". So if you talk to me and I start to offer advice, please stop me and remind me to just simply listen.

Listen
by Author Unknown

When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,
you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I asked was that you listen.
Not to talk or do-just hear me.
Advice is cheap. Ten cents will get you both Dear Abby and
Bill Graham in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself. I'm not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.

When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and weakness.
But, when you accept as a single fact that I do feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational, then I can quit trying to convince
you and get to the business of understanding what's
behind this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are obvious
and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when we understand
what's behind them.

So, please listen and just hear me. And if you want to talk,
wait a minute for your turn;
and I'll listen to you.

PRESSING ON

As we come to the close of 2010, I’ve been reflecting on how it has proven to be one of the most puzzling and difficult years of our lives as Jeff’s brokenness, and mine, has precipitated the closing of a chapter of our lives in Africa and with our WorldVenture family.

I was thinking about some of the relics that mark that passage. Especially, I was thinking of the Lotuko spear and shield which Jeff was given after 2 months dwelling among those tribal people back in 1982 and how a few years later he may have participated in one of the last great hunts with the Lotuko warrior/hunters across the great savannah land near Torit, Southern Sudan… I recall Jeff’s story of walking for miles in the hot sun with hundreds of men hunting only with spears and bows and arrows resulting in his heat exhaustion and being carried out of the bush on a contrived stretcher with a procession of warriors forming a happy parade accompanying him back to his abode. Then later the next day going to the feast which followed such a hunt and running into SPLA rebels who took him hostage and threatened his life which would have been forfeit except for God and his Lotuko brothers who loved him and surrounded him, the chief arguing for his release which was eventually secured.

Twenty years later Jeff’s heart for Sudan took us back to try to help the repatriation of Sudanese who had been refugees in Uganda during the 2 decades of war preceding. I watched him pour himself out body, mind and soul for the Ugandan and Sudanese people never taking into account that his body was no longer that young buck who had gone hunting with that warrior class in 1982… Having a total hip replacement (due to the diseased disintegration of his right hip) followed by a heart valve transplant (because of the faulty valve he was born with) in 2007 which marked the opening door to Sudan with the signing of the peace agreement in Sudan and cessation of hostilities of war with the Ugandan rebels among whom we’d been dwelling since moving into Northern Uganda in 2002.

I am distressed by people who look at Jeff’s breakdown this past year as somehow being his fault…this strong, noble hearted man who never thought of himself these past decades spent in loving the destitute and poor of Africa. Some look at his body and think he must have chosen this path to brokenness by the things he ate or did not eat. When they look at him with that kind of judgment, it breaks my heart because they fail to see the great heart of a warrior, God’s warrior who spent the best years of his life offering compassion and presence to broken people.

This past year we’ve seen him raging against the devastation of his dreams and his own broken health. He did not choose to leave Africa. I dragged him off that Dark Continent to try to preserve him alive before we buried him there as he wanted.

Now we are turning a corner, hoping for renewed vision and life even as he continues to wrestle with his personal demons of PTSD and diabetes resulting from his Vietnam service with the Marine Corps over forty years ago which have so colored our lives all these decades.

Personally, I am taking Philippians 3:12-14 as my theme for 2011 pressing on, don’tcha know, as I trust God still has more life in store for us.

I am profoundly grateful for the great adventure life has been to this point.

CHRISTMAS WISH

The past couple of years the Theisen family has begun sharing Christmas wish lists to make our gift giving more meaningful to the receivers.

I find myself giving God my Christmas wish list this year as I contemplate how Jesus, the one we celebrate at this time of year, walked this earth, ie. John 8:1-11, in his gentle fashion loving a woman caught in adultery, loving those accusing her, those seeking to discredit him as a religious leader.

Rather than judging the woman or turning and accusing those men who dragged the poor woman into his presence demanding that she be stoned for her transgression as the law prescribed, he simply stooped and silently drew in the sand at their feet. What message or picture we are not told. Perhaps he did so to hide his tears over their brokenness, their unbelief, their misunderstanding of what he was about. The commentator I was reading pointed out that this event must have wounded Jesus deeply seeing the fear and enmity that drove all of that ugly scene. Jesus then simply responded:

"Let he who has no sin be the first to throw a stone at her."

My wish at this Advent/Christmas time is that the Imago Dei as seen in Christ Jesus, his heart for forgiveness, reconciliation and peace, would show up in our families, communities and the world, disarming fear and enmities, the love of Jesus covering a multitude of sins. I truly believe peace and reconciliation begin in our own hearts as we experience being forgiven and discovering peace within our own selves impacting first of all our own senses, then grace and peace rippling out covering our immediate families, then into our communities and the world.

Anticipating Christmas morning when the waiting is over and desire fulfilled. I can only believe that my wish is going to be granted.

THINKING OF ADVENT

Born to Hunger

Christ was born not because there was joy in the world, but because there was suffering in it. He was born not to riches, but to poverty; not to satiety, but to hunger and thirst; not to security, but to danger, exile, homelessness, destitution, and crucifixion.

His Incarnation now, in us, is in the suffering world as it is. It is not reserved for a utopia that will never be; it does not differ from his first coming in Bethlehem, his birth in squalor, in dire poverty, in a strange city. It is the same birth here and now. There is Incarnation always, everywhere.

The law of growth is rest. We must be content in winter to wait patiently through the long bleak season in which we experience nothing whatever of the sweetness or realization of the Divine Presence, believing the truth that these seasons, which seem to be the most empty, are the most pregnant with life. It is in them that the Christ-life is growing in us, laying hold of our soil with strong roots that thrust deeper and deeper; drawing down the blessed rain of mercy and the sun of eternal love through our darkness and heaviness and hardness, to irrigate and warm those roots.

The soil must not be disturbed.

~Caryll Houselander

THE POTTER AND THE CLAY

It's truly been a long time since I posted to this blog. Mainly because there were tough decisions being made which I felt it necessary to keep quiet about. Now it seems things are well on their way with those decisions having been made that I feel I can begin blogging about the things impacting our lives.

Perhaps the first would be that all the tests have been done, the specialist seen and the verdict in that nothing can be done for my spine except continue with my chiropractor for palliative care. The good news was there are no signs of TB but I do have a herniated disc causing some of my distress. This may mean I need to curtail some of the walking I've been doing and try to do more stretching and perhaps water related activities. This is somewhat of a hard pill for me to swallow as walking out of doors is one of the great joys of my life and the way I have dealt with stress over the years. This old dog will have to learn some new tricks to deal with stress and enjoy life perhaps. Since the weather changed I have not been walking much and my back pain has almost disappeared. So one blessing exchanged for another, I guess.

The more important news, however, is that Jeff and I made the difficult decision to take early retirement from WorldVenture and ministry as of December 31st. This does not mean that we will not have to work. Just the opposite. We are scrambling to find employment before the end of the year since our last paycheck from WorldVenture will be December 1st. Our retirement benefits from WorldVenture are only enough to pay our car payment. We are not thinking of taking Social Security retirement benefits due to the giant cut it would mean in monthly benefits. So God willing, we will get jobs where we can work out our final years.

We both would like work that offers us consistent schedules and not too much stress as we are both still struggling with health issues, me with my back and Jeff with PTSD that doesn't go away.

I applied last Friday via the internet to Home Instead Senior Care, a privately owned franchise which offers non-medical in home care to the elderly. Things have moved very quickly with that and I've been hired and will begin with a light schedule next week. So I am getting my feet wet, so to speak. I'm hoping that I will mostly be involved in offering companionship and assistance with daily life rather than the heavier cleaning and personal care some elderly require. If I can get enough assignments each week this may work out. But it is really only part time and an on call job. It is also minimum wage. So really it is just a way to get some stateside experience for further employment, I think.

Pray Jeff won't get discouraged as he really does not want me to work. He wants to provide for me but so far has had no responses to his application and resume submitted to quite a few places in the manufacturing world. I fear it may be much tougher for him to get his foot in the door than it was for me.

God is the potter and we the clay, as we learn more about trust and patience through this, another huge transition.

DRAWN INTO THE MYSTERY

What's on my mind today is not the medical mystery tour but rather the mystery of the spiritual life I am walking with Jesus. I've just begun reading a book called Drawn Into the Mystery of Jesus by Jean Vanier. At the end of Chapter 3, which is focused on John 1:35-51, Vanier wrote these words:

In this chapter of the Gospel of John, Jesus gathers around him a little group. This is the beginning of their journey with Jesus. It begins with enthusiasm: they have found the Messiah, the 'one who was to come' to liberate their people. This enthusiasm grows as Jesus does wonderful things. They believe in him more and more. He is truly the Messiah. Many of us live this enthusiasm when we begin in a community and with friends to follow Jesus. We give ourselves to an ideal. We admire our leaders and we want to become like them. This is the period of childhood in our spiritual journey. Later we will experience all that is broken in our community, in the church and in us. We will live conflicts and opposition. We will discover that it is not going to be easy to live the ideal. We will have to struggle to be truthful and free and to be servant-leaders like Jesus. We have to grow from spiritual childhood and adolescence to spiritual maturity, and discover the presence of God in the pain of reality. Later, as we move into old age, we will encounter physical weakness and even failure. Like Jesus, and with Jesus, we will be called to enter into the pits of pain, failure and rejection and into a new communication with God. We will discover the weakness and foolishness of God. The journey is just beginning for the first disciples. So, too, we are called to begin a journey of faith with Jesus.

I find myself in this depiction of this mysterious sometimes painful but glorious journey. Perhaps others will also.