Maybe this is a mission statement we can all embrace: Look Out for Sick People.
I just spent 2 hours in traffic due to the Hurrah For The Blackhawks Parade and between the horn blowing and helicopters hovering overhead, I’ve been trying to get my head around the shooting in Charleston. This post is not about sharing my take on the situation. [Note: We should all be reading Rocky Supinger.]
This post is about figuring out how to do something positive about a catastrophic situation in our country involving bigotry, guns, and mental illness.
Sure, we can pray. The only relief I can muster is the fact that the victims were literally in prayer or just finished being in prayer when they died. We can only hope that we all die in a state of spiritual connection. I have no doubt about the eternal peace of those victims.
The sick feeling in my gut is about the young man who apparently sat for about an hour in that prayer service himself only to shoot his brothers and sisters before he left. Only God knows what this deeply sick person was thinking while sitting in a room called a sanctuary with a gun in his hands.
Had his hands been folded in prayer prior to the shooting? Lord have mercy.
HH and I are slowly watching the 3rd season of OITNB and the first two episodes are particularly disturbing in terms of the children in the plot lines. The first episode of Season 3 shows children visiting their mothers at the prison for Mothers’ Day and it’s clear that many human beings (people with children and people without children alike) have no idea how to treat people, much less how to treat little people. For a myriad of reasons, we do not understand what breaks a person. Some children grow up traumatized from the get-go.
The second episode features a “father” who is violent, reckless, selfish, evil, and deeply disturbed. The assorted kids under his care are doomed until someone intervenes. One of the reasons that I watch this show is because it shows some of the real life that I’ve seen as a pastor. Most of my privileged world never sees this side of life although it is real and closer to us than we would like to believe.
The past few hours have made me . . .
- Profoundly grateful for public school teachers and staff who model healthy behaviors, especially in light of children who do not have such models at home.
- Sure that we are called to be kind to all people, even (especially) the troubled ones. (Note: people will persecute us for being kind to the likes of Dylann Roof or Eric Casebolt. And being kind doesn’t erase accountability.)
- Longing to learn how to respond to sick people. What do we do when someone is acting out at a public pool? In a church? How do we intervene when someone is clearly dealing with mental illness?
There are many times during each day when I question the efficacy of the institutional church in terms of transforming the world for good. But today I believe, more than ever, that we in the church have been called to create communities that look out for sick people, tend to hurt people, and model what it looks like to love like Jesus.
Image is The Prodigal Son from The Bishop’s Garden at the National Cathedral in DC.