NETWORK WITH OTHER SURVIVORS
Our healing is never just for us. “God comforts us in all our afflictions so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affiliation with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; or if we are comforted, it is for your comfort. II Corinthians 1:4-6
Paul, through every persecution he endured, found perspective and strength knowing that his suffering was more than just about Him. It was too know Jesus better but it was also to help others. The only way he, or I, can ever empathize with another person is to have gone through the same thing ourselves. Human beings are intuitive creatures and we know when someone is speaking to us beyond their ability to understand. The words sound hollow and the wisdom is usually trite.
If the best one to reach someone in pain is another who has survived the same pain, that should give me direction in knowing how to reach out to people I love with whom I can’t relate. If I have not experienced what they are enduring, there is someone not too far away who has. My role would be to network them. Introduce them. Plan a lunch or an afternoon just to hang out. The survivor will quickly discern the needs of the one who is currently in the fire.
Each of us suffers but we have never suffered in all the ways one can suffer. I don’t know how to relate to another mother who has a child with cancer. I don’t know how to reach out to parents who are grieving their grown children’s sexuality. I may not know how to truly empathize with someone who is surviving domestic violence. I know that my encouragement can only go so far. Knowing that, I ask God to do what only He can do by bringing someone to mind, to bring another child of God across my path who has endured a similar thing. The resource may not even be a flesh and blood person, but a book. God knows what they need.
For every kind of pain, there is a specific kind of comfort only God can fashion through the life of a saint who has walked this road before. People who haven’t been through pain and suffering don’t usually write books about pain and suffering! It would be a dry treatise and no help to anyone. To take this further, if you have been through something awful with your faith in tact, if you have dug deeply into Christ for the treasures of wisdom, you have an audience. Someone is waiting for you. Someone is praying that someone like you exists to help them. You can come to see the miraculous. What is that? To experience what it’s like to see something that has been so bitter to your soul take on bittersweet properties. Eventually, maybe even more sweet than bitter.
Network, network, network. There is someone out there who is the answer to someone else’s prayer. Maybe it’s you.
Bring your church together for purposes beyond what we’ve ever experienced. Amen
What is it you can plan for someone who is declining, one who is losing hope? Maybe it’s to keep a single mother’s child for a day or a weekend. Maybe it’s to take someone who is housebound on a long drive through the country. Maybe it’s to take a music lover to a symphony. Maybe it’s to treat someone to a nice lunch at their favorite restaurant. Maybe it’s to take someone suffering from Alzheimers on a walk outdoors. We take for granted the freedom to get out of the house, get some fresh air and feel energized. The goal is to offer something that will help someone in decline, physically or emotionally, rally for a time because they have something to look forward to.
When my mother lived out her two year battle with cancer, I was blessed to live less than two hours away and could visit her every few weeks. On those days, I made a habit of stopping at a store in upstate New York called The Silver Strawberry. It was the place to go if you needed silk or dried flowers, baskets, pots and mosses. My mother liked to go and browse there, often coming home with the makings for a small flower arrangement. When she was no longer able to easily leave the house, I created a ritual for our visits. I’d stop at the store on the way to visit her and purchase everything we’d need to create an arrangement together. This became our shared experience for the day. She’d have the coffee ready when I pulled in the yard. As she became too weak to participate, she’d take a nap, I’d make the arrangement by myself, and watch her face get excited when it was time to see it.
Some things can only be done effectively in private. I think about Joseph who was overcome by the sight of his brothers after so many years apart. He was Vice-chancellor of Egypt but they didn’t yet know it was him. Joseph was trying to contain his emotions at the sight of them; understandable since they were the very ones who had treated him cruelly and sold him into slavery. So he excused himself from the feast and here’s the verse that references it. Genesis 43:30 Then Joseph hurried out, for his compassion grew warm for his brother, and he sought a place to weep. So he entered his chamber and wept there.
When we consider the well known phrase, “I’m sorry for your loss,” the context is usually a funeral. There are so many other kinds of losses to be grieved though. Loss of a home, loss of a job, loss of good health, loss of a marriage, loss of the ability to bear children, loss of trust, even loss of innocence. With each kind there is grieving to be done.
As I always should, I look to Jesus to show me how He gave empathy first and answers last. The most obvious story is the one where Jesus wept tears of grief at the gravesite of His friend, Lazarus. He didn’t give a eulogy about Lazarus or a sermon on death’s curse. He heard the wailing and entered in to weep deeply with Mary and Martha. Jesus is our great High Priest. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Hebrews 4:15 What’s comforting about that is Jesus knows how I feel because He subjected Himself to life in this world. He could have stayed in heaven, continued to inspire writers to pen scripture, and assure mankind that He knows how the human body handles pain because He created us. That would have been only mildly comforting. He knew I needed more than a God who just understands how I am wired. I needed an Emmanuel who would show me that He understands the complex emotional landscape of human beings. As the incarnate God, He modeled a rich emotional life with displays of grief, joy, and everything in between. I am a stoic by comparison.
Pain isolates us from other people and we begin to believe that no one has ever gone through what we are experiencing and that what we are feeling is unique. We feel lonely. Is there anything worse than believing you are alone and no one cares or understands?