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I had been visiting
Gerardo (not his real name) for almost a month and this greeting stopped me
dead in my tracks. I felt my stomach
knot as I saw my carefully crafted chaplain's case study on the verge of
collapse. Things that he had said to me
in that month coupled with observations my clinical supervisor made about my
work with Gerardo suddenly came crashing home.
For a long moment I felt paralyzed.
How we got to that
weary, cynical moment from an initial visit in which the two of us seemed to have
really made a connection is a long story, but one that can be boiled down to the
ten word title of this essay. The slightly longer version has
me eagerly trying to diagnose and fix one psychological and spiritual error after
the other, leading inevitably to this moment.
That encounter was
twenty-eight years ago. It happened
right here on the hospital campus that I have called my work home for twenty-four
of those years. I can remember it now
just as clearly as though it were this morning.
Not because the encounter was all that unusual. Quite the contrary. I am embarrassed to say that back then that
kind of encounter was happening to me on a regular if infrequent basis.
I thank God that I
had a mentor who did not attempt to salve my wounded ego with platitudes. He also refused to encourage me to blame my rejections
on the people I was supposed to be helping.
Quite the contrary. Coyle Stephenson challenged
me in that soft Southern drawl of his to listen to what the patient was
telling me.
In my eagerness to
build the perfect case study- I was awfully accomplished at building academic
cases back in those days- I lost sight of the human being in front of me. I
kept attempting to find a problem that I could fix with a nice word of wisdom,
a fitting Bible verse, an appropriate challenge.
Thank God Gerardo
and Coyle hung in with me long enough for me to arrive at that moment of
paralysis. I am sure it lasted no more
than a few seconds but it felt like an eternity.
Something- I'm calling it the Holy Spirit- drew my attention to a child's drawing hanging on the wall at the foot of Gerardo's bed. My son Nate was less than two years old at the time.
Something- I'm calling it the Holy Spirit- drew my attention to a child's drawing hanging on the wall at the foot of Gerardo's bed. My son Nate was less than two years old at the time.
"You know," I
finally responded, "I don't seem to have a thing in the world on my plate
today. I'd just like to spend a little
time with you- no hidden agendas. I
noticed your girl's drawing . . ."
How we got from the
conversation about his daughter to our tears together and a long, sweet prayer
of healing for Gerardo and repentance for an overeager preacher boy is an
interesting story. Maybe I will write
about it some time.
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God did not intend for anyone to become someone else's project, no matter how noble and high sounding the project might be. As Kierkegaard stated in his prophetic masterpiece, Attack Upon Christendom, forcing someone to surrender to Christ by making it a condition of social or cultural acceptance or even conditioning citizenship upon the fact is spiritually wrong. It flies in the face of the "Love which suffered and Love which in dying entrusted its cause to human honesty." That kind of manipulation is no less a fraud than selling counterfeit Gucci shoes, to use a modern equivalent of K's analogy. (p.147).
We conservative evangelicals-
and I say "we" with all my heart- seem to have come a point in history where we
have forgotten that our forebears shed
blood for this simple idea.
They endured pain and torture, exile and derision for the sake of the simple principle that no one should be manipulated, shamed, ostracized or forced to make a confession they themselves did not believe. Some folks might even say that is what Christ was dying for on the cross, at the very least as evidenced by his response to the two men who died with him.
They endured pain and torture, exile and derision for the sake of the simple principle that no one should be manipulated, shamed, ostracized or forced to make a confession they themselves did not believe. Some folks might even say that is what Christ was dying for on the cross, at the very least as evidenced by his response to the two men who died with him.
Tomorrow I intend to write
about the ways in which I believe too many conservative evangelicals, in their
eagerness to accomplish certain outcomes are violating a basic principle I
learned to call "soul liberty," to use Roger Williams' turn of phrase.
P.S. In the meantime
you may find it helpful to take a look at the way that one respected evangelical organization seeks
to be accountable not just for the message they are spreading but the means
they use to spread it, here.
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