The Road to Chaplaincy

Chaplains come from all walks of life. We represent a wide variety of faith traditions and perspectives. Some of us began the journey as ministers of local faith communities, but others came from different disciplines and careers. Some chaplains are also trained as physicians, nurses, lawyers, businesspersons, or soldiers just to name a few. As for me, I began in social work. I realized quickly that many clients interpreted their experience through their spiritual lens and this sparked my interest in religious studies. Not really knowing what would be on the other side, I enrolled in a 90 credit hour Master of Divinity program with a care and counseling concentration. This afforded me the opportunity to do a clinical rotation (CPE) at Mountain Home VA Medical Center as a chaplain. In that first CPE unit, I learned what all goes into becoming a professional, board certified chaplain. I also learned quickly that chaplains do more than pray with patients and offer sacraments (a common misconception).

In order to obtain board certification as a chaplain, one must first earn a MDiv or equivalent (typically 3-4 years of graduate work), be ordained and endorsed by his or her faith community, complete a minimum of 4 CPE units (1600 hours), work as a chaplain for an additional 2,000 hours in a clinical setting, and then apply to sit with a committee for approval. This rigorous process usually takes around six years. In that time, chaplains learn the importance of interdisciplinary conversations so that we are better equipped to translate our work into medical language. We learn how to assess the emotional and spiritual health of others, develop and implement treatment plans, and chart these interventions and outcomes in an EMR. In short, professional chaplains are held to the same evidence-based, best practice standards as any other professional discipline.

I am pleased to share with you that I recently completed all of the aforementioned requirements. In March I met with my professional committee and they approved me for board certification. I appreciate all of the love and support given from my family here at The Path. It is an honor and a privilege to walk with this community providing some of the absolute best care to the families of this region.

The Courage To Be

One of the most difficult parables to swallow appears in Matthew 25. In this story, which is also known as “The Parable of the Talents,” a master punishes his servant for burying his gold instead of investing it so that it might increase. In the final verse of the story, the master even goes so far as to command that the servant be cast into the darkness where there is “weeping and gnashing of teeth” (a description of hell). This is an unsettling story to say the least. After all, the man’s transgression seems harmless enough. In fact, all he does is nothing. Perhaps the key can be found in verse 25 of the story. Here, we find that it is the man’s fear that kept him from action. He states that he was afraid and that is why he hid the gold. But, going to hell for being afraid? That seems a bit harsh. But, the truth is, this is not the only place we can read about fear having this outcome. In Revelation 21:8 cowards are listed alongside murderers and idolaters as those who will suffer a second death. This is downright shocking.

However, the more I dwell on these passages, the clearer it all becomes. In The Courage To Be, Paul Tillich describes three major fears (or anxieties) that every person must face; fate, guilt, and emptiness. The first is about coming to terms with our mortality and the second is about answering for our misdeeds, but the last one is about our failure to step into our purpose. When I think about which is the worst of the three, I’d have to say that it’s the last one. The first we have no control over and the second sometimes produces harsh consequences, but the last truly is hell because it is shame. When we hide from our calling, the outcome is devastating. We’ve all heard that at the end, one’s biggest regret is often not what he did, but what he failed to do. This sort of regret is indeed a dark place.

In the ancient world, it makes sense that one would be terrified. The first recipients of these stories faced torture and crucifixion if they stood up and walked in their calling. If they professed their faith or challenged Rome, it could mean certain death, but the authors make it clear that this is better than burying their talents or running away. In short, we only have one life and we are asked to take a risk with it. Don’t let fear consume you for “God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and self-discipline” (2 Tim 1:7). It is my prayer for all of us that we can escape the darkness of shame and regret and that each of us has the confidence to act and the courage to be.

Look Around

I write this in the week we honor Rev Martin Luther King Jr. You will read it during the course of Black History Month. Each year at this time I re-read King’s Letter from Birmingham Jail. In this 1963 letter, he responds to a public statement of concern and caution written by eight white ministers in the South. If you have never read this letter, I urge you to do so as it is a remarkable piece that contains deep, prophetic wisdom and I cannot convey its weight in a simple reflection.

I am fully cognizant that the discussion of racial matters might cause discomfort for some readers. After all, creating tension was one of King’s stated goals when he first penned the letter. He challenged readers then and now to press into this discomfort with the hope that it would motivate us to become agents of change. He unapologetically calls upon moderates to take action and stop living by the myth that time alone will fix everything. In short, he challenges us to pick a side: we are either for justice or we are against it.

It has been more than fifty years since Rev Martin Luther King Jr.’s oppressors confined him in Birmingham for taking action. The landscape of the United States has changed in some ways and remained the same in others. We mustn’t ignore the progress that we have made, but we cannot allow ourselves to become complacent either. As King so elegantly put it, as long as there is injustice anywhere there will be a threat to justice everywhere. This is not a political matter, but a human matter. It goes well beyond a conversation about skin tones and policies. It appears here, as a spiritual reflection because peace is a spiritual ambition.

My hope for us is that February is more than a history month. This implies that we are only looking back, as if everything has been accomplished. We can improve things by looking forward too, but if we stop there we will fall into the trap of compliancy. Therefore, this month let us also look around. May we have eyes to see the work that is left to be done. May we have the courage to act in transformative, loving ways toward our neighbor and be transformed ourselves. And may our colleagues, patients, and communities experience a divine hospitality that can only be recognized as an inclusive Kingdom of grace and peace.

Dust

Proverbs 11:14 “Where there is no counsel, the people fall; But in the multitude of counselors there is safety.”

The last time I had an opportunity to speak with you, I shared about what it means to be the People of The Path. Today I wanted to flesh this out even more. And I want to offer you a challenge. I want to encourage you to think about who you follow on the path and who might be behind you. Whether you have been here for 40 days or 40 years, you are called to have both. If you are not being mentored or you do not mentor another, my challenge is that you find these.

I have heard several really good sermons about a blessing from the Mishnah and other Jewish teachings that goes something like this: “May you be covered in the dust of your Rabbi.” Basically, what they were saying to disciples was “follow your teacher close enough that the dust from their sandals kicks up all over you.” IF you don’t have one, find a mentor and get up close so that you can learn.

And then ask yourself, who is covered with my dust and what does that dust look like? Everyone in this room is a leader. It is the leader’s job to ensure that there is a student behind them. If you find yourself always blaming the student for not being behind you, then you are not a very effective leader. If your dust is heavy and bitter than the student will not follow. It is your job to encourage them through the tough obstacles along The Path. After all, you are out in front and will recognize many of the barriers.

One last thing: Team Members are not their function. While leading certainly has an element of insuring that people are equipped with the right tools and training, I am talking more about the human aspect of leadership. Your mentor is surly someone you respect because of his or her character. I would bet that you follow the person you do not only because of their skill, but also because he or she has certain qualities that you want. Beyond their competency, you are likely impressed by their integrity, their humility, and their grit. If you want others to be covered in your dust, you have to display these things as well. And that is my prayer for you as you lead others on The Path.

Bumping Stories

I’d like to share a story with you.

I am in the grief business. I sojourn alongside others as they wonder the wilderness and encourage them to keep going. Sometimes our stories bump up against one another.

I have lived 2500 miles away from where I was born and raised for going on six years now. In that time, many from home have died. Grief from a distance is a strange matter, especially for someone in the grief business. Every once in a while, I get “hooked” to a family and find myself processing a little more of my own grief.

Maybe it was because he was born the same year as my own grandfather. Maybe it was because he passed on the anniversary of my grandfather’s death a couple days ago. He had spunk. I liked that about him. I laughed with his family a lot. They are beautiful people. I was there as he took his last breath. I prayed that God would guide his steps and that he would have peace. When I said “amen” he took one last breath and then was gone. It was a sacred moment in time. They wept. I wept.

When they invited me to speak at the graveside this afternoon I was honored. It was a powerful service with full military honor. I have never kept my cheek dry for the 21-gun salute and taps… I thought about their father. I thought about my own grandfathers. I thought about all those boys who went off to fight that war and then came home to our mothers and grandmothers. When they folded the flag and handed it to his wife of over seven decades I thought of my grandmothers who both received their flags not so long ago.

I shared with them about thin places and how grateful I was to be a part of their sacred story. I gave hugs and condolences.

At that exact same time this morning my own grandmother collapsed 2500 miles away and went to be with the Lord. When I received the phone call I was not shocked at all. My heart was prepared. My mind was open. And now I am ready to walk down into the wilderness for myself, with my own family, and our own sojourners.

I cannt explain how it happens, but suffering is absorbed by community.

At the very moment God was using me to lean into their pain, God was using them to lean into mine. So I say to you, never doubt for one second if your story matters. We are all in this thing together, my friends.

Bedrock

It is said that the Greek philosopher Heraclitus was the first to coin the phrase “You cannot step into the same river twice,” which was later combined with his other writings and morphed into the adage “the only constant is change.”  Like many aphorisms, there is a certain level of truth within and yet something about it gives me pause. Heraclitus taught that all things remain in constant process and movement; from fire nature comes and to fire it will return. The cycle repeats and is infinite.

This idea appears diametrically opposed to a belief system which posits that there is a creator God who is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Perhaps though, we can glean something from both. In my own tradition, there is a beginning, but there is also an everlasting God. From God comes all things and to God all things return. Between the beginning and the end lies the now, the known, and a possible parallel between faith and Pre-Socratic philosophy.

We live in a space where the Kingdom of God is now, but not yet. In this in between the water seems to relentlessly keep coming, wearing down the banks, and moving loose stones unapologetically around us. This constant shift can be disorienting and painful at times. There will be seasons when we are called to float downstream for a bit and seasons when we stop, plant our feet firmly upon bedrock, and rest with the assurance that our cornerstone will hold.

The water will indeed keep moving: Children grow, friends move, jobs change, but God remains. God is the Alpha and the Omega, the riverhead and the ocean to which the water flows. It is my prayer that each of us has the courage to float when it’s time to move and the faith to trust the bedrock when it’s time to rest. May God give us the wisdom to know the difference.

Paraclete

 

The Gospel of John begins with Jesus stating, “Do not let your hearts be troubled.” He goes on to comfort the disciples by promising that after he is gone God will provide the Holy Spirit to help guide them. Notice that at no time does Jesus say, “Don’t worry, everything is going to be great from now on!” Instead, he tells them that he is going on ahead to prepare a place where they will eventually arrive in the future. In essence, he is saying that things are going remain tough for a while longer, but help is coming. The Greek word used to describe the Holy Spirit in verse 16 is Paraclete. The roots of this word originally signified “Called to one’s side,” but it has also been understood as meaning comforter, advocate, or intercessor. A Paraclete is a witness.

In many ways, our hospital caregiving team is made up of Paracletes much like the advocate Jesus promises. While medicine can often improve bodily conditions, we cannot take away the reality of sickness, injury, or death in this world. We can however be called to the side of those suffering to provide comfort and bear witness to what they are going through. Grief can only be absorbed by communities which have the audacity to lean in and say, “I see that you are hurting.” Beyond all our technology, skill, and training lies the human caregiver who is called to be this witness. Let us not forget that we treat more than the body and may our community hear us saying, “Do not let your hearts be troubled, for I will stand by your side and be your witness.”