Dunedin, New Zealand, my city - my people

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Connections


As a bit of a square peg in a round hole I often feel alone. Today I had a couple of warm fuzzy encounters which made me feel less alone. 

  • I am wanting to try to start street footy for "excluded" people in Dunedin so I have been visiting a Thursday morning soccer group that a local Trust runs. There some of my drop-in centre guys play soccer and I have joined them on occasion. I turned up 5 minutes late today and was surprised by the warmth of the greetings by some of the guys. They were openly, genuinely pleased to see me. One guy I had never met before said, "Oh you're David Brown, I know all about you!" These excluded guys liked me being there.
  • I went out to tea with a couple of people on a Trust Board that I am on, then we continued to talk in my office afterward. They are very different than I am in their life circumstances, but in our hearts we "connect". We had serious business to talk about but spent some relaxed time while eating and indeed while talking business. It was just sooo nice to spend time with such genuinely beautiful, caring and giving people. While it was "work" it was also refreshment, and renewal. I recall at an ecumenical youth convention with 1500 young people in 1966 singing with great gusto, "We will walk with each other we will walk hand in hand....We will work with each other, we will work side by side." etc etc. It was powerful stuff then, but tonight I experienced the depth and truth of those words. We were different people from very different denominations, but at heart going in the same direction together. There were three of us, we did nothing "religious" but in some ways there was the feeling that there were four in the room.

I am not alone, and I need to remember that. 

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Life is unfair....

In a funeral service I recently took for a 51 year old man who died of cancer I quoted a woman writer who said, "Life is unfair, but its still good." I had come to the conclusion that's the way life is. There is no rhyme nor reason to early deaths, they often just happen, its the luck of the draw. Who ever the "big man in the sky is" he is not up there deciding who is going to live or die, or who is going to get a fair deal in life. It just happens.

I was talking to my Australian friend's widow via Skype yesterday. In the conversation I had cause to use this quotation. "Life is unfair, but still good." She, with great grace and insight, was saying that really she was fortunate, and said, "For lots of people life just is unfair, how can you say it is good?" She went on to point out some people for whom life is unfair and not good. The Afghanistan mother whose child's body has been mutilated by some American bomb. The mother in some African country who is starving and had husband killed and children wounded in a machete attack by some "rebel". etc. etc.

I need to remember that. For me, in spite of hiccups along the way, and confusions and questions, I can still say that "Life, though sometimes unfair, is still good." But perhaps the majority of people in the world, certainly an awful lot of people, life just is "unfair" and an incredible struggle to survive with dignity.

What am I doing to alleviate that? Am I serious for instance about "Fair Trade" for a start? Damn! it's hard being aware of this world! I watched a film the other night called "Martian Child". In the story this boy preferred to stay in a box, shielded from others, the sun and the goings on about him. When I begin to think of the needs of the world, even just of the community I live in, find me a box to crawl into please! But I can't do that and say that I am "JC's helper". Damn!.... "He" can be a pain sometimes.

Monday, July 27, 2009

A relevant quotation

I have to run a session for fellow chaplains next Friday, so this morning I grabbed a book out of my bookshelf that I thought might be helpful. I just arrived back in my office after visiting fire stations, I opened the book and this quote jumped out at me. I underlined at some stage in the past.

"When man is no longer able to look beyond his own death and relate himself to what extends beyond the time and space of his life, he loses his desire to create and the excitement of being human." ("The Wounded Healer" Henri J. M. Nouwen )

It struck me that this thought was so true about what I see to be "life after death". If I see no cause bigger than my life span to live for, to give myself to, then I miss out on an essential part of being human. Our motivation is that there are values, causes and truths to give ourselves to that are greater than us. This motivation will draw the best out of us, make us more fully human and more fully "alive". That is a quality of life that the writer of the fourth Gospel calls, "Eternal Life", the life that has a "God-like" qualities about it.


Life after death.

I have had a few weeks where every week I have had to think about the death of someone. I have led a couple of funerals. I have helped out at defusings or been available in a critical incident response capacity in three incidents. Such things are I guess part of my job, but sometimes you are forced to ask the question what about what is called "Life after death"? A friend suspected I did not believe in it so I have to clarify it. 

I was digging to find the end of a pipe recently, and found that it travelled quite some distance. An initial hole became a trench, as the pipe was much longer than I thought. That's what happens when you explore this question. As I dug into it it kept getting bigger. What is "Life"? Who am I as an individual? Can I say I am an "individual" or am I a whole host of people, communities and having an expansive history within me? So the questioning goes on, and it would take a book to explore all issues. 

Let me say too, that I do not see that the whole point of Christianity is to get to heaven when I die and to avoid "hell". Christianity is about switching onto a quality and current of life NOW. What ever is after death, for me, is a sort of "by-product", part of that ongoing current.

History and our lifespan.

I love the picture of "history" that NZ author Michael King has in his autobiography. He passed it on from someone else. It goes something like this; History is like an ongoing conversation that is going on in a lounge or bar. It has been going on for some time. At some stage each of us joins the conversation. We listen. We ask questions. We join in and make contributions. We share in the dialogue and add our insights and stories. Then at some stage, it is true for each of us, we have to excuse ourselves and leave the room. We are gone, but the conversation continues and builds on what we have contributed and continues to evolve. The question we ask is, "Was my contribution helpful? Was it constructive? Did it add something to the conversation, did it enhance it or drag it down?" The continuing value of whatever we have shared is a part of what I see as "Life after death".

I am other people's "life after death", as others will be mine.

When I seek in my life to live a life following the values and purposes of "the sacred" (God) I am expressing in my life the same life that millions before me have expressed. As I seek to search for justice, I am participating and sharing in the same life that Amos, Isaiah, Micah, William Wilberforce, Dr Martin Luther King, Gandhi and others participated in. Part of their life force is in me. When I die there will be millions of others who will share the same life force and share the same current of life that I shared, in a very real sense, I will be part of them. When I seek to express unconditional love and generosity, I am part of the "life after death" of Jesus, the apostle of "Grace" Paul, Francis of Assisi, Father Damien, Albert Schweitzer, Mother Teresa etc. All these shared in the same current of life, have influenced me and are part of me. That life will continue in others long after I am gone and I will share their life, and in a real sense be part of their expressions of love. You see we ARE, in some ways, not individuals, we are a part of a current of life that is much bigger than our life span.

Ripples that don't stop

A part of this is the recognition that there are some things that we live for and do that are "eternal". There are things like Justice, Love, liberty, seek the wholeness of others etc that are of an eternal nature. The New Testament story of the cross and resurrection send this message. Love was not destroyed by death. The continuing energy of Christ in the early Church, the story and impact of the martyrs, the history of such things as the slave trade, aparthied, civil rights, all seem to suggest that ultimately good outlasts evil. Love outlast hate or indifference. To me the real power of life is "Love"... as Martin Luther King said, "It is the only power that can change enemies into friends". If I live for these eternal values then my life is never wasted and never stopped or lost.

When I was at school we learned that energy is never lost, it just changes or transforms into something else. The experiment was always with a bike pump. You pumped it, putting lots of energy into it in the form of movement. That energy changed into heat, which you could feel as you held the end of the pump. Love and justice are like that. Every loving act is never lost, it continues to make the world a better place in unseen ways. Like ripples when a stone is thrown into a pond, the ripples of my love shared continue to impact the world, long after I have gone. Sometimes we can express love inappropriately, we will make mistakes in how best to express it, but no concern for the well being of another is evil, it is part of that eternal stream of life. To me it is better to make a mistake loving than to live apathetically, refuse to get involved or stay aloof. Studdart Kennedy wrote, "I believe that evil dies, good lives on, loves on and conquers all." When I love, I live on long after my lifespan is finished. That is part of life after death for me.

Now if these were all that "life after death" was, I would rest easy and be content. Life has meaning. I am called to make my part of that ongoing conversation as loving, as constructive and as life enhancing as I can, and the impact of my contribution will continue, I will "live" long after I die. For me to live with the faith I have, the purposes I adhere to I do not need some "eternal reward in heaven" to motivate me. If this was all the Christian faith had to offer, I would still be a christian. 

But.... I believe there is more... as I say a by product.

"Life after life here."

I believe that we share in the very life of God, the sacred one, that "layer of reality" in whom we "live and move and have our being" and who is "in everything and through everything". To the extent that we are open to the currents of love, we come closer and closer to living "in Him". In a real sense, the goal of life is to be in solidarity with other people, creation and the eternal. I believe that when we die, that union, that relationship is not finished, but continues and is now free to become an even closer union. Whilst I think we will maintain an identity, it will be less important to us, and we will be "with" the eternal, a part of the undergirding life of the universe. It is a dimension of reality we can catch glimpses and feelings of now, but will move on to "know" more fully. 

I would refer you to a little book by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross called "On Life after death." Some of her book sounds wacky, but there is a lot of pretty solid evidence there and some really good insights. Kubler-Ross spent much of her life watching and sharing with people who were dying. She says that we are "Patterns of spiritual energy" and that upon death, we move on from our temporary homes. The essence of that energy is "love" and she shows how love meets us on "the other side." This is consistent with heaps of passages and pictures in scripture, and has a ring of authenticity for me. We are each special, unique individuals and as we participate in love, that energy is not dissipated, but joins with its source, and continues.... perhaps in some way to impact "life." So I do believe in life after death.... not golden streets, nor some sort of "reward", but a continuing relationship with the eternal one whose life giving love we have participated in here. As Paul wrote; "Nothing in all creation ... (not even death) can separate us from the love of God..."

Kubler-Ross says; "Death is but a transition from this life to another existence where there is no more pain or anguish. All the bitterness and disagreements will vanish, and the only thing that lives forever is LOVE. So love each other NOW...."

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

I like it....

On the order of service for the funeral that I have to lead on Saturday is the following. It is called Learning to fly and is written by Joy Cowley.

The walls of birth and death
were too high for me to see over
and I didn't know that my heart had wings.
As I hammered on those walls,
demanding to know their meaning,
I was aware that there was something inside me
cramped up, waiting to be unfurled....

In that moment I saw
that the meaning of birth is forgetting
the meaning of death is remembering
the meaning of life is growth
and the meaning of the eternal sea
which holds everything in its embrace
is Love.

It is evocative and thought provoking, I like it.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

One year old!


Today my blog is one year old. It is still going and I still find it therapeutic to sound off from time to time. ... and no one has sacked me ... yet! I have another funeral this week so I have a post bubbling about "life after death". I cannot let the birthday go past without something though. Robert Muller was high up in the United Nations and I have a booklet of his quotations about life. Here is one that rings bells.

"So many unimportant things are being presented to us as important
that we are completely taken away from the essence of life
which is
to be in communion with God,
with nature,
with each other,
with the heavens
and with eternity.
Our divinity is being crushed by noise,
untruths and unnecessary ways of life.
We must revolt
and protect our importance and divinity."

I enjoy blogging... I hope occasionally there is something worth reading.

Photo: Me 21 years ago. Birthdays make a difference.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

On reflection ... a good weekend.





I had someone in one of my chaplaincies complain about life being boring. I do not appreciate it, but I can never complain about my life being boring. I thought about it this afternoon. I went up Mount Cargill. As I was walking down a man came jogging along with a big grin on his face saying, "Its a great wee adventure up here isn't it?"  I had to agree, but my thoughts went wider than my mountain. On Friday night I played table tennis at our drop-in with a guy, talked with others and washed countless dishes. One man said to me, "I have played you in table tennis, pool and now soccer." It sounded like it was important to him. I was making a difference in his life! Little old me!

On Saturday I had to go to the hardware store, buy stuff, pick up a man and get to the Habitat for Humanity site by 9 a.m. As I drove on the early morning ice covered roads, I grumbled. "I should be still tucked up in bed! This is stupid!" I said. I turned up, worked away and got the water running for the site kitchen and toilet. I helped lead the build for 20 volunteers. I grumbled at times... but on reflection what a privilege to meet the family and their friends? It was a buzz too when I finally finished connecting up the water to the temporary toilet and kitchen. It is always neat to hear the toilet flush, the drains take the waste away and the hot water zip working as it is meant to. I was then able to do some carpentry.

Sunday service was a bit flat. The snow about meant there were few at church. It's hard talking to empty seats. In the afternoon I headed up "my" mountain. How lucky am I? Barely 5 minutes from my driveway I have this wonderful bush with snow, scenery and birdsong! I met a number of people on the mountain and all were really enjoying the experience. As I passed there would be the normal greeting, followed by words like, "Isn't this fabulous!" or "This is so great!" I arrived at the top and leaned against the lee of a big rock while yet another snow storm came through. I just stood there mesmerised by the whirling snow thinking about life, relationships and ministry. I am wondering if it is time to move on from Dunedin, and I got to thinking about all the different lives I have touched or been involved with over the years I have been here. Again... on reflection, what a privilege! I was wrapped up with hat and gloves, but when I stepped out into the wind again, I felt the cold through my swandri and the layers of clothing. But it was simply great to be up there.

I am sooo fortunate. Life is NEVER boring for me. 

Photos: Top... working on the trusses at the Habitat site. (I am NOT asleep!)

Next 3. Scenes from my walk up the Organ Pipe track this afternoon.