When I need to go to "my happy place"... I really go there!

When I need to go to "my happy place"... I really go there!

Friday, January 29, 2010

Trying to finish column for the church newsletter...

(Lord, help me write this article.)
In Flannery O’Connor’s short story "Revelation," Ruby Turpin is sitting in the doctor’s waiting room, evaluating each person around her. Ruby judges herself to be superior, by more than a grade or two, to everyone there, especially to a poor, unkempt, teenaged wretch seated across from her who is reading a book. Ruby thinks it sad that the girl’s parents did not groom her more attractively. Perish the thought of having a child as scowling as this one. No, scratch that one.
(God, pleeease send an idea my way.)
The gospel expresses a depth of love that is more radical and more inclusive than the fragile relationships we mere mortals are ever able to create. In matters related to Christian relationships, we are always called to struggle for a depth of love and acceptance that reflects the amazing inclusivity of God's love. No, not it.
(What word, O Lord, do you want me to say for your people?)
Calling it "way better than a laptop, way better than a phone," Apple CEO Steve Jobs unveiled his company's long-awaited iPad tablet-style multi-touch device Wednesday, calling it more intimate than a laptop and more capable than a smartphone… No, no, no…definitely not.
(Perhaps you want me to write about some timely, relevant issue like…)
In the April 13, 2009 issue of Newsweek, the cover story was “The End of Christian America” stating that the “percentage of self-identified Christians has fallen 10 points in the past two decades”. No, not that’s not it…
(Prayer, reading the Bible, loving one another are topics that folks always seem to like.)
According to a Jan. 26, 2010 UMNS report “Food. Potable water. Shelter. Those are the top needs a group of 29 church and community leaders told three executives from the United Methodist Committee on Relief. Asked which is the most important, the group said all three…” No, too much…
(Of course the most popular ones are funny stories about children or bulletin bloopers.)
In Luke 4:18 Jesus said “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”
(There he goes again with all that stuff about the poor and downtrodden, the sick, and the captives. What does he expect me to do?)
“Say that again, Lord. You expect me to do what? You’re kidding right?”

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Today's sermon

My sermon today was entitled "Life's Persistent Questions", with thanks to Guy Noir, private eye on Prairie Home Companion. It was an attempt to respond to the persistent question of why God "allows" or "causes" or "sends" disasters, tragedies, pain and suffering. I broke no new theological ground but attempted to affirm God's presence in the midst of tragedy and suffering as well as admit there is a mysterious element to God's presence and activity in our world. In other words, there's no ultimately satisfactory answer to the "why" question. It probably is not even the right question, but it's the one that invariably pops up. And sometimes, in asking questions, we discover some truth about ourselves and God.

I occasionally feel like Kierkegaard who wrote that many great minds of his century had given themselves to making people's lives easier by inventing labor-saving machines and devices. He said that he would dedicate himself to making people's lives more difficult. He would become a preacher.

Sometimes life is just hard, challenging and difficult. I believe our God cares greatly and deeply about what happens to us, is present in and among us, and uses us to embrace, share and love others who are suffering. More can be said but at least that's one hook on which I can hang my hat.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Prayer to close four nights at the hospital...

Lord it is night. The night is for stillness. Let us be still in the presence of God. It is night after a long day. What has been done has been done; what has not been done has not been done. Let it be. The night is dark. Let our fears of the darkness of the world and of our own lives rest in you. The night is quiet. Let the quietness of your peace enfold us, all dear to us, and all who have no peace. The night heralds the dawn. Let us look expectantly to a new day, new joys, new possibilities. In your name we pray. Amen (from the New Zealand Prayer Book)

For an interesting video by saintnonsbay with "paintings by Marc Chagall and chant from the 12th Century French composer Perotin are an unusual but rich setting" for this prayer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wx1NYyrwRwM

I found the link to this prayer on The Homily Blog at http://homilyblog.blogspot.com/

Friday, January 22, 2010

Hail Mary, anyone?

Why Another Blog...?

Perhaps it has to do with working at nights. My wife thinks I over-process things (though she would never use those words). Maybe I am overly curious. I wonder a lot about why people do and say the things they do, and conversely the things they don't do and don't say. I was taught in divinity school that all truth is God's truth. So I guess I figured I always have a lot more to learn.

I am married to my high school sweetheart. We have two beautiful daughters, one son-in-law, one boyfriend, and two spoiled rescue dogs (down from the original menagerie of three (different) dogs, a cat, parakeet, and ferret). I have been blessed in more ways than I can enumerate or express.

I am a United Methodist clergy, a staff chaplain at the Medical University of South Carolina, a supply pastor for a small but active local congregation, a person constantly surrounded and involved in the often messy aspects of people's lives who longs for the solitude and serenity of being on or near the lake, in the forest or mountains, standing in a river trying to fool a fish into biting a lure that really doesn't look like a bug.

I hope you find some things here that interest you or cause you to stop and think if only for a moment or sends you off in your own direction. I used to call myself one of the last yellow dog Democrats (this is SC) but now I think I'm just more of an old yellow dog, scratching this, sniffing at that, and growling a little now and then. I still believe my heart is "slightly left of center" but no longer believe politicians have the wherewithal to serve the public good; they seem to all start out wanting to do good but end up doing well (which is certainly true of preachers). As my old camp counselor and preacher Brother Jim Grigsby said: "Money makes liars of us all." He never served a tall steepled church but he sure was a wise man.

If you've taken the time to read this, thanks.
Peace and blessings.
Reggie

Who knew? You surprised? I'm not!

I took this quiz "What's Your Theological Worldview" at http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/Theology/svensvensven/whats-your-theological-worldview/ and the result:

You Scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan

You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.

Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan 82%
Emergent/Postmodern 68%
Neo orthodox 64%
Roman Catholic 61%
Modern Liberal 43%
Charismatic/Pentecostal 36%
Classical Liberal 29%
Reformed Evangelical 21%
Fundamentalist 0%

One View of Massachusetts Election

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Last Thing I'll Ever Write About John Edwards by Ken Rudin

I liked John Edwards; voted for him in the SC Presidential primaries; ate lunch with him, Danny Glover and 200 of his closest political allies in a crowded restaurant in Florence, SC. But I'm done; have been. Voltaire famously declared, “God forgives because it’s his business.” Yet Edwards has so lowered the bar that it's hard to find any room for forgiveness. Here's what Ken Rudin wrote:

The Last Thing I'll Ever Write About John Edwards
4:02 pm January 21, 2010
NPR Political Junkie Ken Rudin

I'm usually of two minds when it comes to the "sex scandals" of politicians, especially when it comes to this blog.

My immediate gut feeling is that it's nobody's business. Yes, it's often despicable and yes, it says a lot about character. But ultimately it's not the kind of stuff that should be paraded on the front page of newspapers, or on TV, or here. It's something for families to deal with. I feel that way about Tiger Woods as well. So he wasn't the guy we thought he was. So what.

Then there are the gray areas. A senator is arrested in a sting operation. A governor disappears for five days without telling anyone. Public funds are used. Blackmail is involved. Then it becomes less about sex and more about the law, the public's right to know, or not doing the job voters elected them to do.

There's another gray area: the issue of so-called "hypocrisy."

The rest of this sad commentary is at http://www.npr.org/blogs/politicaljunkie/2010/01/the_last_thing_well_ever_write.html

Yeah, this will work in Main Street's best interests...

Supreme Court Rips Up Campaign Finance Laws
by Deborah Tedford
January 21, 2010

The decades-old system of rules that govern the financing of the nation's political campaigns was partially upended by a U.S. Supreme Court ruling issued just ahead of the pivotal 2010 midterm congressional election season.
Thursday's landmark decision, approved by a 5-4 margin, could unleash a torrent of corporate and union cash into the political realm and transform how campaigns for president and Congress are fought in the coming years.

Read rest of story at http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122805666

Folks often ask me what I do all night... here's one answer

Midnight calm: Hospital chaplain helps keep faith during the night shift



It’s minutes after midnight, an eerie calm has come to the halls of Adventist Hinsdale Hospital, and Dan Ocampo is racing to bring peace to a world where it seldom exists.

In intensive care, Ocampo encounters a 40-week-old boy, Ethan, fighting for breath inside a plastic incubator. He joins hands with the overnight nurse and places an open palm atop the case. With heads bowed, Ocampo recites a prayer barely audible over the buzzing monitors and wheezing machinery.

In labor and child delivery, Ocampo gathers the nursing staff in a circle and offers words of support to power through the dark morning hours ahead.

“And God said, ‘For I know the plans I have for you.’ We are designed for prosperity and not for harm,” Ocampo said. “Go on and adapt to all those things that God has given you … go on and accept change.”

In this era of nurse burnout and growing stress, the Adventist hospital system in suburban Chicago has hired a full-time chaplain to work the overnight shift, when fatigue and loneliness are at their apex. As hospitals push for new ways to comfort patients and aid staff during difficult times, they’re increasingly turning to chaplains such as Ocampo, whose faith and training provide a different kind of support.

Fifty years ago, churches were likely to re-assign clergy who performed poorly in the parish to hospital settings where they had smaller and more captive audiences, said Jim Gibbons, executive director of the Association of Professional Chaplains in Schaumburg. But most hospitals now require chaplains to become certified in pastoral care and medical training. Some have clinical internships.

Whether full-time employees or on-call volunteers, chaplains are now commonplace in hospitals. But few work solely overnight, when the chaos of day has given way to a cold and brooding stillness. These are the hours in the hospital, doctors and nurses note, when visitors have gone home, when well-wishers have stopped calling and when patients, often medicated and frightened, are left alone to think about what may lie ahead.

“The issue of loneliness and detachment is very real in hospitals, particularly at night,” Gibbons said. “A chaplain helps provide that link to the outside community that can be comforting, for staff and for patients. The kind of people who become chaplains today have an aptitude and an appetite for it – they feel like they’re drawn to it.”

Ocampo, 43, walks the corridors in these bleak hours, slapping backs and flashing a wide grin. He encourages staffers who are struggling with difficult cases. He counsels worried patients as they prepare for surgery. He provides care and comfort for families coping with grief. And often he’s called to deliver a special prayer to patients in the moments before death.

“The last thing to go is the hearing,” Ocampo said. “So I will bend down and whisper into the patient’s ear and tell them that they are not alone. Sometimes, just being there is the most important thing I can do.”

Ocampo and his wife have three children, ages 12, 14 and 18, so when the Adventist hospital system hired him as a full-time night chaplain last fall, it was a life-changing endeavor that meant rearranging his schedule around a nine-hour work shift that begins each weeknight at 9. He spreads his time among the four Adventist hospitals in La Grange, Bolingbrook, Glendale Heights and Hinsdale.

“At first I felt guilty, like I was abandoning my family at a crucial time,” said Ocampo, a native of the Philippines and a Seventh Day Adventist who moved to Bolingbrook eight years ago to become pastor at a local church. “But I know God is looking after them when I am not there. And I know how much good work there is to do at these hospitals.”

Ocampo begins each shift with an unusual request, asking God to ensure a busy night at the hospital so that staff is allowed to fulfill its mission of caring for those in need.

“When I see a vacant room I cry just a little because I know someone out there is sick and needs our help,” Ocampo said, kicking off a recent stint at the 365-bed Adventist Hospital in Hinsdale. Dressed in a dark suit and tie, Pastor Dan, as he is often called, walks the hallways in and around the emergency room, the psych ward, intensive care, child development, cardio care and research labs.

“Hey, hey, how are you angels?” he asks a group of nurses in psych.

“How are you, brother? ¿Como esta?” he asks a night janitor waiting to take the elevator downstairs.

If the nurses are sleepy, Ocampo energizes them. If the mood is dark, he provides some levity.

“He’s such a positive spirit. He listens to us and never seems to rush; he’s never in a hurry,” said Sherry Clark, a registered nurse for the Adventist network. “It can be pretty lonely working these long shifts, and so it’s always a treat to see Pastor Dan. It always makes you feel a little bit better.”

One night recently, Ocampo was called to the bedside of a woman whose husband was rushed to intensive care because of internal bleeding. The injury had come at the end of a prolonged illness, and when it was over, when the man had been pronounced dead, Ocampo was struck by the wife’s stoicism.

“She said to me, ‘I cannot cry now because I’ve been crying for him for five years,’ ” Ocampo said. He stayed by the woman’s side for the next four hours.

On other occasions, he has helped feuding siblings work through the sudden death of a parent, and he once hastily scribbled out a will for a young woman about to enter surgery.

Despite his own strong belief in God, Ocampo said he’s careful not to push his ideology onto patients. And many times, even in the religious-based Adventist hospitals, he will encounter patients or families questioning their faith when faced with difficult choices.

“I don’t blame them,” he said. “But I tell them I’m here to let them know that even though things don’t go the way they want, that God does exist.”

In a way, night chaplain is a job Ocampo has been working toward since he was a boy in the Philippines and part of his job was to escort the elderly in his neighborhood to church on Sunday mornings. By the 4th grade, he’d decided he wanted to become either a doctor or a pastor.

“I chose the church because I could help people for free,” Ocampo said with a laugh and broad smile.

“There’s just a real comfort with him,” said Heather Elrod, a nurse at the Hinsdale hospital. “When he comes by, it just reminds us what we’re here to do, who we’re here to help.”

At the end of each shift, Ocampo retreats by himself to the small chapels in the hospitals’ lobbies. Inside, he kneels before the altar and asks God to relieve him of the grief he’s seen.

“When I leave there I’m feeling light, I’m feeling good again,” Ocampo said. “That’s how I survive.”

By Joel Hood
April 26, 2009
Chicago Tribune
jhood@tribune.com

With apologies to Shakespeare...

As a night chaplain at MUSC I had a relatively uneventful night as you can tell from the postings. And you can tell what has mostly been on my mind, and heart. Thanks for letting me "think out loud" by posting some of what I've been thinking about tonight. Soon I will be going home, feed and play with the dogs a bit and then try and sleep some before returning tonight...
and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

Haiti and the Push for Theological Questions | Religion & Theology | ReligionDispatches

Haiti and the Push for Theological Questions | Religion & Theology | ReligionDispatches

November 20, 2009 ~ Flannery O’Connor | Religion & Ethics NewsWeekly

November 20, 2009 ~ Flannery O’Connor | Religion & Ethics NewsWeekly

What's A Natural Disaster Without Pat Robertson To

Good grief! Not again!
What's A Natural Disaster Without Pat Robertson To Explain?

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"The Horror of It All"

I'm quoting two paragraphs of this article in hopes of piquing your interest in reading all of it.

The Underlying Tragedy

By DAVID BROOKS
Published: January 14, 2010

On Oct. 17, 1989, a major earthquake with a magnitude of 7.0 struck the Bay Area in Northern California. Sixty-three people were killed. This week, a major earthquake, also measuring a magnitude of 7.0, struck near Port-au-Prince, Haiti. The Red Cross estimates that between 45,000 and 50,000 people have died.

This is not a natural disaster story. This is a poverty story. It’s a story about poorly constructed buildings, bad infrastructure and terrible public services. On Thursday, President Obama told the people of Haiti: “You will not be forsaken; you will not be forgotten.” If he is going to remain faithful to that vow then he is going to have to use this tragedy as an occasion to rethink our approach to global poverty. He’s going to have to acknowledge a few difficult truths.

Read the rest at http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/15/opinion/15brooks.html

Thoughts at 4:05 AM

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things" from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. Published and reprinted by arrangement with Counterpoint Press, a member of the Perseus Books Group (www.perseusbooks.com). All rights reserved.

Source: Collected Poems, 1957-1982 (Counterpoint Press, 1985)

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A Favorite Quote

I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don't want to waste the trip; because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant - and not nearly so much fun. -John Voelker (Robert Traver)

A Recent Website Devotion

Psalm 139:14 “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

Ministering in a hospital, I sometimes feel I’ve seen about everything. But I learned just recently from Fred Craddock in Georgia of a case of surgery so extraordinary that I assumed it was a singular case. I asked a surgeon who assured me it was not. Rare, yes, but unique, no.
The story in brief is this: a man in his mid-fifties was rushed to the Emergency Room of the nearest hospital. He complained of inability to breathe. Examination revealed that the cause of his shortness of breath was a growth, a large growth, on his upper back, between his shoulder blades. The man’s mother said she first noticed it when he was a teenager. She repeatedly urged him to have it attended to, but he never did. The growth was small when she first noticed it, and on subsequent occasions she could tell it was growing. Her urgings moved from cosmetic (it was becoming unsightly) to medical (it will put pressure on your heart).
When her son became an adult he moved away so she worried but did nothing more. The patient himself gasped to the doctor that the growth had enlarged very gradually and had been accepted as a part of his life. He grew unable to imagine himself without it; it became a part of his identity. It caused little or no pain; that is, until recently.
The growth had to be removed; there was no alternative to surgery. A team of surgeons began at 7:00 a.m. and finished at 3:30 p.m. One or two follow-up surgeries might be required, but the patient would live. Barring unexpected complications, he should enjoy a life free of unnecessary weight; a new life, one might say.
How much did the growth weigh? Everyone was curious to know. Slightly more that 40 pounds! How was he able to carry it, day and night? Because it grew so slowly. Would it have been fatal if not removed? No question. Did you send it to the lab for analysis, I asked? Of course, we always do. What was it? A grudge.
What if we were to give up all the feelings that we carry around that fester and grow and become a fatal weight in our lives? Maybe it’s a grudge, or anger, or jealously, or bitterness, or fear, or lust, or doubt, or pride; something that weighs you down and keeps you from being the fully alive human being God created you to be.
Give up that unnecessary weight. Your step, and your spirit, will be noticeably lighter.

Prayer: O God, your loving hand has made us in your own image: reach out your hand again and heal us that we may respond in kind, offering your hope and healing to all who are broken in body or spirit. We pray this in your holy and precious name. Amen.