Archive | October 2018

Things I learn at Church!

I learnt some things yesterday at Church.  I learnt that a simple service, taken by someone in their 80’s can be a very profound experience.  Not for them power point, new words to old hymns, or even a progressive view of God. But they spoke powerfully, from the heart, in such a way that the truth of it supersedes all the words used.

Abandonment, the preacher spoke about abandonment. Are there times when we feel abandoned by God? What about when life seems lonely and there is no support from others.  Or when we lose people we love. Deep, deep questions about what it is to be human.

The God question is the easiest for me to ponder as a progressive Christian. I do not hold to the idea that we have to do things to please God, believe things or somehow pray hard enough for God to be present .  I believe God is present everywhere, at all times and in all places, part of the creative order, which includes us.  It’s not like the spirit comes and goes on a whim depending on how good we have been or how bad.

But I know it may feel otherwise.

When things get rough, the light of God seems to dim amongst the darkness of sorrow or grief or pain. And the darkness takes over.  A bit like Job on the ash heap when he had lost everything.  Yet my overwhelming response to this is that the divine presence is always present, regardless of whether we acknowledge it or not.   Working in us and the world, never abandoning creation, even if it may seem otherwise.  My hope is that we will always find our way back even if it takes a life time.

People, on the other hand, are another matter.

We abandon people all the time, particularly in our society, those that don’t fit, those that are different, those that are difficult, and those going through great pain and sorrow, so much that we freeze and don’t know what to say or do.  So we leave them, alone and isolated.  A terrible indictment about our world and about us as individuals, and I am guilty as much as anyone.  God does not abandon us, so why should we abandon others?

And then there are our own experiences of abandonment.  We are sometimes the one no one comes to support at a time of crisis, or to comfort at a time of sorrow or grief.

What about when someone dies,  does this feel like an abandonment?  Maybe.

Particularly if that loved ones dies suddenly. Yet as God does not abandon us, and we should not abandon others, neither does the person we loved, who has now gone, really  leave us.

I have watched how someone I care about has coped with the loss of his beloved wife.  And it is a lesson in grief and love and in the power of the spirit to comfort and renew.

Nev writes frequently about life after the death of his loving Marg, a fellow traveller and confidant. About the reality of what it means to him. He ponders it deeply.

He has discovered that Marg has not gone, because the Marg, who loved unconditionally is present in those who now support and love him, the Marg who loved her family is found in the love of the family to each other, and the Marg who loved life and who worked for those who suffered hardship and heart ache is found in those who continue this work.  Marg is found in all those she touched, including Nev himself, whom she shared an ongoing loving relationship with for many, many years.  A gift that once given is never taken away, even after death.

Grief is hard and can be a long, lonely road, and it may seem that even God cannot be found.  Yet the spirit is everywhere, in love given and received. Marg is alive in each one of these moments, a reality I think Nev has discovered and found great comfort in.

The final type of abandonment referred to yesterday was about things, what things can we let go in order to find who we really are.  What we own and what we earn becomes linked to our worth, such that we feel we cannot abandon them or the quest for them without losing ourselves in the process.

Rubbish!!!

Freedom comes when we realise we are gifts to life itself, just as we are, without money or houses or cars or bank accounts.  Life does not require a mortgage for us to be worthy of it. Life is life, and God is God and neither presence is determined by the amount of stuff we have.

When Jesus asks the rich young man to give up his riches and come follow him (one of the readings), he is saying something very profound.  We are a gift to others as we are, and we can make a difference by being just that. We cannot gain anything from God more than we already have, but we have much to give others. Money and power can blind us to this.

It can blind us to what we can be to others.

What does a grieving person or a person suffering and alone require, but presence, and love.  Nothing more and nothing less. We can make a difference by being ourselves, guided by the ongoing universal presence of the spirit. Sharing time and acknowledging everyone is of value can be the greatest gift we can give.  Rather than abandoning people, seeking to protect ourselves, perhaps we can love them instead.

I think this is a truth which is easily forgotten in our high pressure, high possession, consumer driven world.

Thanks Geoff, a great sermon.

Karen

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What it is to listen!

I sit here after another week in the Mowanjum Aboriginal community has come and gone.  I think this was my 8th or 9th  trip and I am consistently reminded that while on the surface, things look grim, there is more going on underneath than you imagine.  There are many people and organisations quietly working to improve the lives of those living there, their children, grandchildren and extended families, including in the community itself. Attempting to keep the culture, the traditions and the art alive, and to give the next generation pride in who they are and where they come from.

But while there are positives if we look, there are also deep, deep issues that they face, some that are so hard to imagine, living in Perth as a white Australian.

For one thing the grief of this small community is palpable. In the last few weeks they have lost four of their elders, the most recent one being a long-time supporter of the Boab Network.  This wonderful man died quickly from cancer, which is unusual, as many die from kidney disease, but all die much younger than you or I will.

This is on top of the many deaths of young men in particular over the years, There are mothers  in the community who have lost sons, brothers and fathers to early death. The grief sits underneath everything, like a black shroud, darkening the sky. It is not an excuse for the things that occur but it is a pain that is hard to overcome or for us to understand

There are also the wider issues, which most of us already sadly know. The moving of the community over and over again, so that they are not on their traditional land, the many agencies that come and go but do little , the lack of jobs, the lack of social services, roads and even a decent playground. and the hopelessness many feel.  And of course the scourge of alcohol and drugs which make things so much worse.

While these are huge issues, and I am no expert in answering these challenges, the more I go to the community, the more I know a way forward. And it is to listen, listen, and listen.

Every trip we meet more people, hear more stories, go that little bit deeper. This trip we took another step.

We went out to the Derby (Bungarum) Leprosarium, which is about 60 kms further along the Gibb river road from the community.  It is like a sacred site, being very significant for the indigenous people of the northwest of Western Australia. And for the community at Mowanjum. It was specifically established for aboriginal patients with Hansen’s disease, or leprosy in 1936.  Approximately 1200 people were inmates of this institution over the fifty years it was in operation. Inmates because most were unable to leave.

When we saw it, it was like a whole small town that once existed but is now empty and forgotten.  Except for the names of the 350 people who died there, which are inscribed on a metal wall as you enter the cemetery.    Names and people who have links to those living today. They are in unmarked graves, only designated with white crosses.

Bungarum was overseen by the nuns of the Sisters of St John of God, the community of Catholic Sisters whose members nursed and educated the patients and who also lived and died there, sacrificing much to care for them. Their graves are marked.

The leprosarium was closed in 1986 when better treatment and a cure was found for leprosy. It’s like they just left in mid-sentence, with files and papers still there. Yet for so long so many called it home.

It was an eerie, moving place.

We also went again to Old Mowanjum, where the community once lived before they were forcibly moved in 1975  to the current site.  Overgrown and desolate, it speaks of another time, another home.  A time when the community seemed to be settled. And it speaks of the lack of self-determination that has characterised the lives of aboriginal people, over and over again.

Another eerie, moving place.

It is not hard to see how the past  can and does affect the present, and the future. It all blurs into one.

But I believe there is hope.  There is always hope.

Hope in the resilience and spirituality of a people who have roots in this country going back 50,000 years, in the new generation who see the value of culture and language and tradition, but who also see the need for education and skills, and in the many non-aboriginal people willing to share, understand and stand beside communities like Mowanjum.

People like Gail who teaches in the kindy/pre-primary school but who also has a heart for the people,  Greg, the “wood man”, who helped young children and older teenagers learn new skills building wooden drums, windmills and cars, with gentle guidance and care, and Liz, a community nurse who checks skin and sores, helps parents to prevent and clear up infections and has a real love for the families. And of course in the members of the Boab network who come up every school holidays to run activities for the kids, some educational and some just great fun!

This is a hope that things can change, can be transformed, and then being called to become part of the transformation. Sometimes it seems too hard, too challenging, and then I remember the stories, the dreams, the people, the gifts they have given to me.  And I am inspired.

One day we will see justice and equity and peace for our first peoples and  wholeness for ourselves in this country. Because while they suffer, we are diminished as well.

In the end we will realise they have so much to teach us, if we listen!.

 

Karen

 

 

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