What if we did not see death as for keeps, but as a chapter, a pearl on a continuing string? The family, the tribe, the story goes forward. Someone is born, and destined to change the drama. Someone dies and the drama is changed.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1252
To some ears “Holy, holy, holy” sounds as “Other, other, other.” Here then is what is holy: that which is most different among us. For in difference we can see possibility and possibility is what divinity is about, what is the only true saving. To see the same people and places with a hundred different pairs of eyes brings us closest to seeing it wholly, brings us closest to the holy.
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In some settings, our highest gift seems a detour, on a side matter, as when in an envelope stuffing session we help a friend with a family crisis. Then the Work is outside the work, the project is only a setting for the real work to get done.
:- Doug.
Say you have a family with a medical crisis. Consider the scenarios that could happen here. Consider more than one. There are always more than one good choice. Open some conversation, engage them in what is possible, not just now, but for the next 30 years. How will what they do now play out over 30 years. Ask other care givers to help you noodle on it. A good first question is What’s possible now? Then, Is something else possible? What might the future hold? Is that all? Open the possibilities, open the conversations. You do not have the answers, you do not have their answers. You are here to help them find their own responses.
:- Doug.
Painter, show me a portrait of God
Such I do not have nor could I
But here a mother nursing babe
Two lovers lost in each others’ eyes
A soldier mixed with pieces of a roadside bomb
A drunk in an alley’s puddle
Here are portraits of God’s heart
:- Doug.
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