Hope for the Sad

Hope for the Sad

You’ve arrived here because you’re either going through a divorce, child custody battle, gender transition and/or detransition, or a myriad of other sad things for which you seek the services of an attorney.

However you got here, it isn’t a mistake.  There’s hope for your situation.  Read on.

The following in an excerpt from John Ortberg’s “The Life You’ve Always Wanted“.

“The state-run convalescent hospital is not a pleasant place. It is large, understaffed, and overfilled with senile and helpless and lonely people who are waiting to die.  On the brightest of days it seems dark inside, and it smells of sickness and stale urine. I went there once or twice a week for four years, but I never wanted to go there, and I always left with a sense of relief. It is not the kind of place one gets used to.

“On this particular day I was walking in a hallway that I had not visited before, looking in vain for a few who were alive enough to receive a flower and a few words of encouragement. This hallway seemed to contain some of the worst cases, strapped onto carts or into wheelchairs and looking completely helpless.

“As I neared the end of this hallway, I saw an old woman strapped up in a wheelchair. Her face was an absolute horror.  The empty stare and white pupils of her eyes told me that she was blind.  The large hearing aid over one ear told me that she was almost deaf. One side of her face was being eaten by cancer. There was a discol­ ored and running sore covering part of one cheek, and it had pushed her nose to one side, dropped one eye, and distorted her jaw so that what should have been the comer of her mouth was the bottom of her mouth. As a consequence, she drooled constantly. I was told later that when new nurses arrived, the supervisors would send them to feed this woman, thinking that if they could stand this sight they could stand anything in the building.  I also learned later that this woman was 89 years old and that she had been here, bedrid­den, blind, nearly deaf, and alone, for 25 years.

This was Mabel.

“I don’t know why I spoke to her – she looked less likely to respond than most of the people I saw inthat hallway. But I put a flower in her hand and said, ‘Here is a flower for you. Happy Mother’s Day.’  She held the flower up to her face and tried to smell it, and then she spoke. And much to my surprise, her words, although somewhat garbled because of her deformity, were obviously produced by a dear mind. She said, ‘Thank you. It’s lovely. But can I give it to someone else? I can’t see it, you know, I’m blind.’

“I said, ‘Of course,’ and I pushed her in her chair back down the hallway to a place where I thought I could find some alert patients.  I found one, and I stopped the chair.  Mabel held out the flower and said, ‘Here, this is from Jesus.’

“That was when it began to dawn on me that this was not an ordinary human being. Later I wheeled her back to her room and learned more about her history. She had grown up on a small farm that she managed with only her mother until her mother died.  Then she ran the farm alone until 1950 when her blindness and sickness sent her to the convalescent hospital.  For 25 years she got weaker and sicker, with constant headaches, backaches, and stomachaches, and then the cancer came too.  Her three roommates were all human vegetables who screamed occasionally but never talked. They often soiled their bedclothes, and because the hospital was understaffed, especially on Sundays when I usually visited, the stench was often overpowering.

“Mabel and I became friends over the next few weeks, and I went to see her once or twice a week for the next three years. Her first words to me were usually an offer of hard candy from a tissue box near her bed.  Some days I would read to her from the Bible, and often when I would pause she would continue reciting the passage from memory, word-for-word. On other days I would take a book of hymns and sing with her, and she would know all the words of tbe old songs. For Mabel, these were not merely exercises in memory.  She would often stop in mid-hymn and make a brief comment about lyrics she considered particularly relevant to her own situation.  I never heard her speak of loneliness or pain except in the stress she placed on certain lines in certain hymns.

“It was not many weeks before I turned from a sense that I was being helpful to a sense of wonder, and I would go to her with a pen and paper to write down the things she would say….

“During one hectic week of final exams I was frustrated because my mind seemed to be pulled in ten directions at once with all of the things that I had to think about.  The question occurred to me, ‘What does Mabel have to think about-hour after hour, day after day, week after week, not even able to know if it’s day or night?’  So I went to her and asked, ‘Mabel, what do you think about when you lie here?’

“And she said, ‘I think about my Jesus.’

“I sat there, and thought for a moment about the difficulty, for me, of thinking about Jesus for even five minutes, and I asked, ‘What do you think about Jesus?’ She replied slowly and deliberately as I wrote … :

I think about how good he’s been to me. He’s been awfully good to me in my life, you know I’m one of those kind who’s mostly satisfied Lots of folks wouldn’t care much for what I think. Lots of folks would think I’m kind of old­ fashioned. But I don’t care. I’d rather have Jesus. He’s all the world to me.

“And then Mabel began to sing an old hymn:

Jesus is all the world to me,
My life, my joy, my all.
He is my strength from day to day, Without him I would fall.
When I am sad, to him I go, No other one can cheer me so.
When I am sad He makes me glad. He’s my friend.

“This is not fiction. Incredible as it may seem, a human being really lived like this. I know. I knew her. How could she do it?

Seconds ticked and minutes crawled, and so did days and weeks and months and years of pain without human company and without an explanation of why it was all happening – and she lay there and sang hymns.  How could she do it?

‘The answer, I think, is that Mabel had something that you and I don’t have much of.   She had power. Lying there in that bed, unable to move, unable to see, unable to hear, unable to talk to any­ one, she had incredible power.”

Here was an ordinary human being who received supernatural power to do extraordinary things.  Her entire life consisted of following Jesus as best she could in her situation: patient endurance of suffering, solitude, prayer, meditation on Scripture, worship, fel­lowship when it was possible, giving when she had a flower or a piece of candy to offer.

Imagine being in her condition and saying, “I think about how good he’s been to me. He’s been awfully good to me in my life, you know…. I’m one of those kind who’s mostly satisfied.”  This is the Twenty-third Psalm come to life: “The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want.”

For anyone who really saw Mabel – who was willing to “turn aside” – a hospital bed became a burning bush; a place where this ordinaryand pain-filled world was visited by the presence of God.  When others saw the life in that hospital bed, they wanted to take off their shoes. The lid was off the terrarium.  Then the turn came, with a catch of the breath, and a beating of the heart, and supernatural tears. They were standing on holy ground.

Do you believe such a life is possible for an ordinary human being?

Do you believe it is possible for you? This is promised in the gospel – the Good News proclaimed by Jesus: “The kingdom of God has come near; repent and believe in the good news.”  The good news as Jesus preached it is that now it is possible for ordinary men and women to live in the presence and under the power of God. The good news as Jesus preached it is not about the minimal entrance requirements for getting into heaven when you die.

It is about the glorious redemption of human life – your life. It’s morphing time.

Matthew 11

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”