A Few of My Favourite Writers by Alan Anderson

 

“God gave me poetry to help me from losing my mind in the darkness.”

…Alan Anderson

Perhaps because I am growing older, I am particular in what I read. I keep current in what I read but hold on to favourite writers I have loved for years. If I were to write a post on my favourite writers, we would need to split it into at least two or three parts. In this post, however, I will highlight but a few.

Henri Nouwen (1932 to 1996)

The writings of Henri Nouwen continue to hold my hands and let me know I am not alone. His book, The Wounded Healer, has nurtured my heart since I engaged with it years ago. Throughout my studies at seminary, Nouwen often attracted my attention as I sharpened my people-helping skills.

Henri Nouwen’s words helped me free myself from the head knowledge of what I was required to read at seminary. The tone, the sensitivity, the honesty of Nouwen’s writing, are evidence he spent quality time with people and was aware of his own times of darkness. His awareness of himself as a wounded healer allowed him to come alongside other people in their brokenness. With this self-awareness, he brought hope.

The writing of Henri Nouwen helped me develop my personal tagline, “touched by grief, held by hope,” for much of my writing. If I cannot show I have walked alongside people in my writing, I have missed the mark.

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 to 1926)

A priest friend introduced me to Rilke’s work after my wife and I joined an Orthodox Christian church. I was hooked on Rilke’s poetry from then on.

Rilke’s stages of poetry paint a picture of one who is on a search in life. I appreciate his themes on existence, solitude, and the divine. A lesson to take from Rilke’s writing is to give deep thought to what one writes.

John O’Donohue (1956 to 2008)

If there was ever a poet of recent history I would have loved to chat with, Irish poet John O’Donohue would be the guy. I believe he and I would have been buddies. His book, Anam Cara, drew me in and established him as one of my favourite writers.

Anam cara is an ancient Celtic term for soul friend. This is such a beautiful thought to hold to your chest, dear reader. Here are a few lines from John O’Donohue to ponder,

“In everyone’s life, there is a great need for an anam cara, a soul friend. In this love, you are understood as you are without mask or pretension. The superficial and functional lies and half-truths of social acquaintance fall away, you can be as you really are. Love allows understanding to dawn, and understanding is precious. Where you are understood, you are at home. Understanding nourishes belonging. When you really feel understood, you feel free to release yourself into the trust and shelter of the other person’s soul.” Anam Cara, John O’Donohue, 1997, p. 14

Scott Cairns (1954 to present)

I first heard of Scott Cairns after listening to podcasts of poet Angela Doll Carlson. Both are Orthodox Christian poets I resonate with and love their way with words. Scott Cairns is a multi-published poet, memoirist, professor, workshop and retreat presenter.

These days I am reading his book, The End of Suffering, for the second time. He offers an even-tempered, not carried away by emotions, perspective on how one may find purpose in suffering and pain.

The writers I mention all stir my soul. There are those who make my soul weep. After reading their words, I often sit and ponder. I mull over what they teach me. There are times their words cause me to invite quietness and solitude to cloak me in silence.

I write best in quiet settings to calm my soul and help focus on how to present hope to those who honour me by reading my words. What about you, dear reader?

 

Alan lives in a small village called Deroche, British Columbia, with his wife, Terry, and their poodle, Charlie. He enjoys walking on the dike near his home with trees all around and where he finds inspiration to write. He occasionally writes articles for FellowScript Magazine and is a regular contributor to the InScribe Christian Writers’ Fellowship blog. Alan’s website and blog is https://scarredjoy.ca.

A Wounded Healer’s Reflections of Covid-19 by Alan Anderson

 

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God…2 Corinthians 1: 3-4

 

 

A few years ago, as part of my preparation for a workshop I read a book by Henri Nouwen entitled The Wounded Healer. The reflections I present in this blog post are from my point of view as a “wounded healer.”

 

A Reflection on Covid-19

 

The Covid-19 pandemic has put the spotlight on the brokenness of the world and the need for healers. The whole planet is broken. Here in the West with a reputation of the denial of grief and death we have been smacked across the face of society. Only the most hardened arrogance can continue to deny the reality of pain, suffering and death. This all exposes the need for wounded healers.

 

 

The Wounded Healer

 

If you are unfamiliar with one being a wounded healer here is a brief overview.

 

• ·       The call of a wounded healer is to come alongside other people and comfort them
• ·       Wounded healers acknowledge their own woundedness and practice self-care
• ·       A wounded healer walks for often there is no need to run
• ·       They accept the love and support of people who care for them…those who empathize with them
• ·       Personal suffering enables one to come alongside people with patience and presence
• ·       The act of coming alongside is to help others know they are not alone in their suffering
• ·       A wounded healer keeps grief and suffering out of the shadows by entering its difficult territory and listens to the stories of others.

 

 

As a wounded healer I am aware of how the pandemic has crippled my life. There are things in life I miss.

 

Life I Miss

I miss hugs. I miss going to a coffee shop first thing in the morning and writing. I miss feeling free and safe. I miss going to visit my kids and grandkids whenever I want. I miss walking down a street and seeing all sorts of people going all sorts of places. Before life became a bit more relaxed here in BC, I missed my church family more than they may ever know.

 

 

As a wounded healer I am also aware of my own emotional woundedness, yet this does not disable my desire to help other people. You see, wounded healers are ambassadors of hope. We live in the hope of God.

 

 

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful…Hebrews 10:23

 

 

Wounded Healers Embrace Hope

 

Most of my life has been devoted to helping people, to encourage them, and accompany them on their grief journeys. In "retirement," I write about life and the things we endure like the Covid pandemic. Yes, we can endure this monster because we live with hope.

 

 

Hope is like the huge smile of a child soon to burst forth as a belly laugh. Hope sees the pain of the world yet also sees the healing there is because God has sent His Son to be our Wounded Healer. Our hope is sealed. 

 

 

My dear friends, join with me in the need for wounded healers in our world. Wounded healers represent hope. Together despite our own woundedness we can offer real and eternal hope to all we meet.

 

Please join me as a Wounded Healer. Are you in?

 

Alan lives in Deroche, B.C. with his wife, Terry. He contributed stories to Good Grief People by Angel Hope Publishing, 2017; Story by Story: The Power of a Writer, Unstoppable Writers Publishing, 2018. Alan periodically writes articles for FellowScript Magazine. He has written posts for our InScribe blog since 2015. Blog: https://scarredjoy.ca.

My Shadow Life Mentors by Alan Anderson

 

“To those who were robbed of life, the unborn, the weak, the sick, the old, during the dark ages of madness, selfishness, lust and greed for which the last decades of the twentieth century are remembered.” —Schaeffer Francis A. & Koop, C. Everett, MD, Whatever Happened to the Human Race? (Fleming H. Revell Company, 1979).

 

 

When I think of shadow mentors who inspired me to keep writing, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, Francis A. Schaeffer, and Henri Nouwen come to mind. Each of them impacted me through their approaches in relating to the world. 

Dr. Kubler-Ross wrote her book, On Death and Dying, to discuss some emotional reactions of people who were dying. She referred to her patients as “teachers” so health professionals, 

 

“…may learn more about the final stages of life with all its anxieties, fears, and hopes. I am simply telling the stories of my patients who shared their agonies, their expectations, and their frustrations with us.”—Preface, On Death and Dying, 1969. 

 

Love for people and ministry to them in sensitive experiences in life led to my discovery of my shadow mentor, Henri Nouwen. Henri Nouwen’s books speak of the language of brokenness, compassion, and our place in the heart of God. In his book, The Wounded Healer, Nouwen notes wounded healers are, “the ones who must not only look after their own wounds, but at the same time be prepared to heal the wounds of others.” 

 

We may regard Christian writers who speak into the world with their words as wounded healers. None of us will go through life without permanent scars. Our lives because of our scars will assist us in our service to others. We do not waste our scars. 

 

Dr. Francis A. Schaeffer left his mark on the world with his outspoken defense of the unborn and his rejection of euthanasia. Schaffer offers a thoughtful examination of the West’s destructive assault on human life in his book, Whatever Happened to the Human Race?. The attitudes and practices he warned of in the 1970s show society didn’t listen to his prophetic writings and voice. 

 

Dr. Barrie Palfreyman rounds out my shadow mentors. He mentored me in with his heart for ministry and encouragement. He encouraged me to “take the plunge” in my quest to study for a Master’s degree. Barrie also served as my Seminary academic advisor. 

 

Barrie knew my heart for serving people and sensed my call to chaplaincy. His brief role as my mentor stands as a significant highlight in my life of service to others. Barrie died from cancer only two years after he encouraged me to, “take the plunge.” 

 

In people working their way through life I see the magnificence of God’s precious creation, His masterpiece. When I transitioned from pastoral ministry to chaplaincy my heart for people didn’t miss a beat. 

 

As a chaplain, my greatest honour was to sit by the bedside of a person in their last days, hours, or minutes. What a tremendous privilege to have a person near death to take my hand and smile. This is trust shown on an intimate and humble level. 

 

Each of my shadow mentors helped shape me as a person, a servant of God, and a writer. My shadow mentors remind me we are all unique. As writers, we have our purpose as we make our way through life. 

 

Beloved writer friends, please persevere as you write and send your words into the world. The world needs us. Be open to God placing you in someone’s life as a mentor and see the world change.

 

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The Hope of Tears in Painful Times By Bob Jones

“Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.” (Romans 12:12, ESV)

Henri Nouwen wrote in his book, The Return of the Prodigal Son, that "it is often difficult to believe that there is much to think, speak or write about other than brokenness."

The themes of affliction, brokenness, prayer, tenacity, hope, and joy have been constants in my pastoral and writing journeys. When I show up on a Sunday to share a message with congregations I know their one common experience will be pain of some measure. When I write, I know readers will relate to stories of setbacks, tears, and comebacks.

Ancient advice to followers of Jesus is timeless wisdom for today: “Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.” (Romans 12:12, ESV) These trilogies of trust create a therapeutic framework for tears.

The Metamorphosis of Your Soul

Tears are the language of the soul. When they are turned toward God, they are never wasted nor shed in vain. Though often shunned by man they are treasured by God.

Many Hebrew words for grieving, weeping and lamentation actually mean “to distill,” which means to “separate and change from one substance to another.” This word beautifully describes God’s renewing work in the midst of our tears. In the life long metamorphosis of our souls, God is continually transforming us into the image of Christ. The tears we pour out at the feet of Jesus, both joyful and sad, are the distillation of God’s eternal work in our lives.

Ken Gire wrote in Windows of the Soul, “In each tear is distilled something of eternity, something of love and compassion and tenderness, all things that originate in heaven and come to earth as a sacrament to the soul.” The closest communion with God comes through the sacrament of tears. Just as grapes are crushed to make wine and grain to make bread, so the elements of this sacrament come from the crushing experiences of life. So much is distilled in our tears, not the least of which is wisdom in living life. 

Going Forward Through Pain

I have frequently shared at funerals that if you follow your tears you will find your heart. If you find your heart you will find what is important to God. And if you find what is important to God you will know the answer to how you should go forward with your life.

I am assisting a woman to write her story of childhood sexual abuse. Through her tears she found what was important to God. As an eight-year-old she attended the same church as her abuser. He was family and a respected member of his community. Her little girl prayers were answered in adult life when she found healing. She turned her pain into hope by building a world class centre of recovery for survivors of childhood sexual abuse. Jesus is distilling her tears into personal renewal and for the brokenness suffered by boys and girls.   

Jesus will do the same for you, and through you as a writer. 

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