The Profound Comfort of Silence

Sometimes I’m convinced that our American funeral rituals are counterproductive. That is, they do the exact opposite of what we intend for them to do. Instead of offering comfort to hurting people, they end up exasperating them, wearing them out, and forcing them to comfort the community instead of having the community gather around them in support.

One of my main issues happens when individuals from the community come to express their sympathies to the person who has lost a loved one. Often the person from the community feels like they have to offer a revelatory word that just puts the whole loss in perspective or an encouraging word that makes the hurting person feel better.

But no such word exists. In death, there are few answers and many questions, there is little comfort, only much weeping.

What if instead of thinking we have to come up with a profound word of comfort to make everything better, we simply went to the person and put our arms around them and silently wept with them? What if, instead of trying to solve their problem by reminding them that ‘God has a plan’, we simply went and hugged them, understanding that God’s real plan is that we represent Him in the midst of that darkness? What if we realized that God’s plan in suffering is that we be his arms of comfort silently wrapped around the hurting person?

After Job’s family died his friends came and sat silently with him for 3 days. They didn’t say a word. They just mourned with him. Their idiocy occurred after those 3 days when they thought they had the answers for suffering.

Maybe we can learn something from this – comfort the mourning with your silent embrace of them, not with your verbal attempts at problem solving.

You might be surprised, there’s a profound comfort in silence.

Mourning: A MUST Read

This piece was penned by my friend Kyle Harold. Considering the fact that I just spent 4 days mourning over the loss of my nephew, I thought this was a brilliant and timely piece for both mourners and those who want to comfort them.

“Mourning” by Kyle Harold

Pain, loss, and trauma are our reality. As a therapist, I come in contact with this daily. Woundedness is in no short supply at least in my experience; and it is the common initiation we all endure as a broken creation. To develop connections in relationship ensures this baptism of pain. With this universal reality, one would assume a level of competence in comforting those who feel its sting; however, this could not be further from the truth. It is said that “sympathy kills,” and this is truth.Nothing re-traumatizes with such acuity as much as the flippant and disconnected comments during a time of loss or pain. “God must have needed him more” or “well, you got to move on” are the platitudes that exude not only our inaptitude for comforting those stricken but also our selfishness in maintaining our own level of comfort. Those whom we can, we avoid. Those whom we can not avoid, we write off with one of these callous comments to put the distance we need between us and their pain.

Yet there is something to be shared here not avoided. We are so agitated, confused, and at a loss with how to handle the pain of another, yet this should be our central purpose as a church body. Christ was known as being “acquainted with grief” which I believe is not limited to his individual trials, but rather it includes the pain of those around him and the entirety of humanity. Are we not supposed to take on this role as his body? Mourning is a sacrament. It is a sacred practice of believers. To avoid it pushes us away from our purpose and cheapens the reality of our experience. It also undermines the very nature of Christ’s ministry that included shedding tears over Lazarus’ death, weeping over Jerusalem’s state, and enduring the sorrow of Gethsemane. We are called to mourn.

Recently, it seems that pain has been introduced to my friends and family—losses that cut to the core of our family or community’s identity. It seems we are faced with the choices of avoidant comfort or mutual sorrow. For me, I embrace sharing this pain with them, because one cannot force hope or faith especially in light of acute pain.The others in our lives must stand beside us and take on that role. We can have hope in the light of our loved one’s hopelessness; we can have faith when our friends cannot believe that God is good; we can stand in the gap when the false foundations of religion crumble to the storm of honest despair.

As tragedy occurs, death creeps into our lives, and unforeseen losses overtake those we love let us not run and hide but rather let us tear our clothes, put dirt on our heads, and beat our chests with mutual sorrow and pain. Let’s suffer with them by mourning and crying out to God the injustices of our world.

 

Sayings of a Daddy Sage: PJ, Love, and Evolution

Me: Phoebe, do you know that I love you very much?

Phoebe: Why?

Me: Because you’re my little girl.

Phoebe: Why?

Me: Well, my love for you comes from one of two sources. Either it is a God-given love OR it is the result of evolutionary, biological imperatives. For my part, I’m hoping that it’s the first of the two options.

Phoebe: Why?

Me: Because if it’s the result of biological imperatives, then I don’t know if there is any real meaning in love or life. It’s just about perpetuating the species.

Phoebe: (said with the complete confidence of understanding) OHHHH!!!

Obituary: Bradyn Thomas Fuerst – Schanuth

Bradyn Thomas Fuerst-Schanuth, 3 month old son, of Michelle Fuerst and Galen Schanuth, passed away Thursday, October 21, 2010, at Capital Region Medical Center. Bradyn was born July 21, 2010, in Jefferson City, Missouri.

He is survived by his mother: Michelle Fuerst of Jefferson City; his father: Galen Schanuth of Jefferson City; three sisters: Montanna Schanuth, Summer Schanuth and Hannah Fuerst, all of Jefferson City; maternal grandmother: Marlene Fuerst of Jefferson City; paternal grandparents: Barbara & Harry Schanuth of Taos; aunt & uncle: Stephanie & Shaun Sappenfield of Jefferson City; uncles: Tom Fuerst (wife Cassie); Tim Fuerst, Travis Fuerst, all of Jefferson City; five cousins: Cole & Cale Sappenfield of Jefferson City; Phoebe, Tommy & Kamryn Fuerst, all of Jefferson City. He was preceded in death by his maternal grandfather: Thomas Fuerst.

Friends will be received from 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. Monday, October 25, 2010, at the Houser-Millard Funeral Home. Funeral Services will follow at 4:00 p.m. Monday, at the Houser-Millard Funeral Home. Interment will be held at Hawthorn Memorial Gardens. Expressions of sympathy may be made to an Educational Fund for Bradyn’s Sisters. Arrangements are under the direction of HOUSER-MILLARD Funeral Directors, 2613 West Main Street; Jefferson City, Missouri 65109. (573) 636-3838. Condolences may be left for the family online at http://www.millardfamilychapels.com

Please drop by and write my family a note and let them know you’re praying for them. We all need it right now.

Lost the Plot: A Perfect Advent Song

 

When you come back again
Would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumour that the end is near
But I just got comfortable here.
Sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
I’m a little distracted.
What do you want?

Headaches and bad faith
Are all that I’ve got.
First I misplaced the ending
Then I lost the plot.

Out among the free-range sheep
While the big birds sharpen their claws.
For a time we stuck with the shepherd
But you wouldn’t play Santa Claus.

Sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little distracted.
What do you want?

Once we could follow,
Now we cannot.
You would not fit our image,
So we lost the plot.

Once we could hear you,
Now our senses are shot.
We’ve forgotten our first love.
We have lost the plot.

When I saw you for the first time
You were hanging with a thief
And I knew my hands were dirty,
And I dropped my gaze.
Then you said I was forgiven
And you welcomed me with laughter.
I was happy ever after.
I was counting the days
When you’d come back again.
We’ll be waiting for you
When you comin’ back again?
We’ll be ready for you
Maybe we’ll wake up when…
Maybe we’ll wake up when
You come back again.

Lies.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little unfaithful.
What do you want?

Are you still listening?
‘Cause we’re obviously not
We’ve forgotten our first love
We have lost the plot.

And why are you still calling?
You forgave, we forgot.
We’re such experts at stalling
That we’ve lost the plot.
Lost the plot

When you come back again
Would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumour that the end is near
But I just got comfortable here.