Friday, April 19, 2013

How do you fit the church in a bedroom?



“Your mother is taking her last breaths now.”  These were the words of the hospice nurse as my mother died.

It was a moment that grew in significance as days turned into weeks and the weeks into years.  It was a period of minutes that seem strangely like dream when things go wrong and you are left dumbfounded at the outcome.  It is a place familiar to all of us … a place where we all think we can always just wake up and the outcome will change.  I was trying desperately in some way to force by my will: a waking, a change or even an alternative date for this ending.   It wasn’t that my mother wasn’t ready to die.  She had been saying for days that she “just wanted to be with the Lord.”   It wasn’t that we hadn’t said good bye.  We had told her just the night before that she could go, to which she responded, “Can we all go together?”  It wasn’t that her death was unexpected.  We had been waiting for six months for this leaving by the precious person who that had taught us all what the grace of our heavenly Father looked like in a living way.   
Still there was no human effort that could modify this final earthly separation.  There was no magic trick that any doctor, nurse or family member could possibly offer to limit the pain, soften the blow, strengthen the body or even postpone the hour.  Affection was generous from teenagers to siblings, tears were pouring forth as if they had external storage capacities and touching seemed to speak when language was unknown.  It was like every form of normalcy was laid aside when we entered that room.  For the next hour; senses seemed keener, aching seemed to feel comforting and soft words seemed to speak forth like an eloquent orator with their deep connections.  Communication came from the eyes, a touch, even in the motions we made with our hands and sometimes we even gave them voice.  
In middle of all of this, a voice came forth from a woman I had never met. A hospice nurse had come to the house just a few minutes before the death of my mother.  We just started using the hospice program on that particular day.  My sister had called to speak with this nurse a few minutes before and after being made aware of the symptoms she stated, “I will be right over.”  One of the first things she asked about when she arrived was if my mother was a believer in Jesus Christ.  The answer was to the affirmative and she proceeded to tell our family, that my mother would die in just a short time and her ministry was to come at times like these.  In fact she prayed daily to be present and to be used at times such as this one.  Everyone in the house was summoned to say goodbye to my mother.  She stated, “Your mother has just a few breaths left.”  We all kissed my mother amongst prayers both silent and audible and then this nurse gently said, “Your mother is gone, she has left us.”
            Who is this woman and how did she know the exact moments when life would depart from my mother’s body?  Her gentle words carried our family through a difficult moment with a graceful manner with a heavenly intervention, but how did she arrive at just this moment?  Why did her factual words seem strangely soothing?  She came with an official title but what united us was something else.  It was more than one person.  It was as if the thousands of people that my mother knew, loved and blessed were with us at the moment of her leaving us.  They were there along with our family she held so dear, the nurse who had just entered our lives and our Lord, the Christ we all knew and my mother going to meet. Somehow the living Christ and His living body, the church had all come into this small bedroom, summoned at a particular moment by His guiding Spirit with the tender care of a Heavenly Father who truly loves His children.   One child of His was carried home while a roomful of His other children were comforted.  Still, I cannot, no matter how I try, describe how it is possible to fit the church of the living Christ into a bedroom. srm 2006 & 2013

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