Hebrews 11:7b
“He {Noah} obeyed God, who warned him about things that had never happened before.”
I’m in the middle of things that have never happened before. Are you?
Maybe these things have happened to other people, but not to you, and
not to me. And even so, since they’ve
never happened to me or you, because of God’s great creativity in making you
& me, those same things are now different, since they’ve never happened
before in our lives.
I’m facing the loss of my mother to dementia. Dementia is a terrible disease: the slow fading away of a loved personality,
the morphing of a person into someone unknown, the slipping away of a sharp
mind into a shadow-world where no one can follow, and the fear that someday I will follow her into that gray place. Words can’t convey what dementia is. The only medium for explanation is personal
experience.
God knows her, though. He is
there with her in that place where she lives.
He can understand her fears, her paranoia, her need to escape. I can take comfort in that. When He spoke her into motion, He knew this
day would come. She is no less His today
than she was when she was 12 and meeting Him for the first time.
I’ve been thinking about the spiritual dementia in my life. I forget God’s goodness when I experience
loss or when I don’t get my way. I major
on minors, like my mother worrying over not having a car anymore (and what
would she do with a car?). When I’m
slighted, I get irritated, as if being slighted has any eternal significance at
all! Sometimes I make up stories to
explain away my insignificance in the universe; my mother is sometimes a spy, a
much-sought-after “person of interest” in a non-existent crime she witnessed,
or the victim of abuse who needs sympathy and support.
There are many spiritual lessons to be learned from experiencing
dementia close-up and personal. I
watched my mother the other day trying to find the fish she had secreted in the
cast on her wrist; of course, there was no fish, but she spent a good share of
visiting time looking for and stressing over this fish.
And it occurred to me, how much time do I
waste looking for something that isn’t there while ignoring what is right there
in front of me? Is He watching me like I
was watching my mother, with pity and sympathy, trying to get me to see what He
sees? Maybe He wants me to see my
co-worker’s need instead of focusing on some insignificant want in my own
life. Maybe He is asking me to step up
and out of my little boxed-in comfort zone and risk something for another’s
soul.
Maybe, just maybe, as I go and visit my mother frequently, there
might be some ministry opportunity in that place where she lives. Who knows?
I need to find that box-cutter!
Father, please
help me to use this opportunity
To learn all
that You want me to learn, and then by Your
Grace get out
of my boxed-in comfort zone and use all that
Learning to
display Your majesty to those in my world and in
My mother’s
world. Amen.