Showing posts with label Wesleyan Church. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wesleyan Church. Show all posts

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Merry Christmas

Just a short note to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, especially all the wonderful folks in the Hayward community who have taken my wife and me into their hearts and made us family.

In addition to the usual hustle and bustle that accompanies Christmas, this year we are also in the midst of packing for a move to Nebraska. My project here in Wisconsin is finished and I'll be starting on a new one in Nebraska right after the first of the year. In the 30 plus years that I have been tramping around the country doing this kind of work, this is by far the hardest move I have ever had to make.

The other night, some friends presented us with a note book, signed by a lot of friends from the Wesleyan church and from our friends in recovery. After reading the thoughts and feelings of the people who have come to be family to us (and without a dry eye in the house) my wife said, "If its like this every time we move, I don't think I can do this." I told her, "I hope it's just like this every time we move." As much as it hurts, leaving friends and family behind, "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."

Merry Christmas and God Bless.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Amazing Grace

In one of my previous posts I talked about my new guitar and the "little miracle" that brought about its delivery. I can't remember being that excited about anything since I was a kid waiting for Christmas morning. And just for the record, my new baby is a Gibson, SJ-200 Custom. After I got it tuned up and played a chord on it...I was blown away. The sound was amazing.

As I sat there, new guitar in hand, I thought about what I should play for the first song on this guitar. It came to me like a thunderclap.

It was Amazing Grace.

Merriam-Webster defines amaze as "to fill with wonder", "astound". And grace as "unmerited divine assistance", "a virtue coming from God".

When my daughter Annette passed away last January, my brother Ben played Amazing Grace at her funeral. My brother Ben, who had just lost his own daughter four weeks before, did that for her and for me. It didn't hit me for some time just how much that song had touched me. That day, I just knew that Annette had passed through her "many dangers, toils and snares" and that she now had "a life of joy and peace" and would forevermore with the Lord.

I returned to Hayward, and started going to church on a regular basis at the Wesleyan Church. I heard Amazing Grace at church, Pastor Mark preached a sermon on Amazing Grace and talked about the movie by that name that had just come out. I went to a John Conlee concert (Rose Colored Glasses) and he sang Amazing Grace at the end of his performance. I went to an Oak Ridge Boys concert and they sang it too. It became a part of my Sunday morning routine to play Amazing Grace before we left for church. Amazing Grace became more and more a part of my life.

And the grace I have received, the "unmerited divine assistance" that has been mine for the receiving has been amazing. I found help and support in dealing with the grief of losing my daughter. And I found the strength to do it sober. Trust me, in the hours, days, weeks and months since Annette died, I have thought about being numb. I've thought about how nice it would be to bury my emotions and my feelings beneath an alcholic haze. "I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind but now I see." God's Amazing Grace, that "unmerited divine assistance" has shown me that I once was lost in that haze, that I was blind to how I ran and hid from life. But now I see. I see that "I have used up my right to chemical peace of mind". I see that through my grief, I can share with someone else that there is "a virtue coming from God" out there for them too. They can't earn it, they don't have to do a single thing to get it. All they have to do is accept it.

I was barely able to get through Amazing Grace the first time I played it on my new guitar. My wife, my other daughter and my son-in-law were there. It was the first time I had seen Sarah and Brian since Annette's funeral. I was thinking about my brother Ben, who played Amazing Grace for us. He was in the hospital and was at that time fighting his own battle with grief and depression over the loss of his own daughter. It was almost more than I could handle. But I got through it. And I'm happy to report that Ben is out of the hospital and doing much better. I love you brother.

Every day I draw a sober breath is another blessing. Another day to receive "a virtue from God". Another day to receive that "unmerited divine assistance" that is there for me each and every day of my life. All I have to do is accept it.