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Monday, February 22, 2021

Poem - His Brothers Knew

 



His Brothers Knew

O. Kris Widmer

Idea: 2/19/2021        Printed:  2/22/2021

Required:  Six Random Words from an Internet Generator

giants, noise, utter, stew, rock, throat


The stew was bubbling hot when he took it off the fire:

lentils, root vegetables and salt, with braised lamb.

The boy tied the lid down, then wrapped it all up in three woven fabrics,

Setting off on his feeding errand.


The noise of battle was abroad in the land,

and his brother’s swords made some of the clatter.

Their fears could be softened with some home cooking -

Mama’s jam, with some one grain bread.


The utterances; the “go to hell”‘s and hellos from the other side

Caused his eyes to narrow, his pulse to quicken;

He twirled the leather weapon in his belt with his middle finger.

“No one should be allowed to curse my God like that!”


The giants on the other side were dwarfed by their screaming leader.

He was undefeated and indefatigable.  He screamed morning and evening.

The boy’s king, his brothers and all the rest just stood there,

Looking down at their boots and the thousands of smooth stones.


The rock that ended up in the boys hand was round and hefty,

The size of a unknown caliber of a future cannon shot.

The brothers knew how this was going to end,

For they had seen their brother’s lion tooth necklace and bearskin rug.


The throat that once bellowed was suddenly silenced.

His last words are not repeatable here.

The neck that once joined head to shoulders was severed.

The forehead indented  with that rock.

The brothers knew how this was going to end.

The brothers knew…


Saturday, August 17, 2019

A Death Like No Other - Biblical Thoughts on Suicide

A Death Like No Other
Biblical Perspective, Hope and Comfort in the Face of Suicide

For those who contemplate it, those who fail at it, those who succeed at it;
And the families and friends who mourn them;
And those who minister to them all.

Chaplain O. Kris Widmer

Introduction
Many ecclesiastical theologies regarding suicide conclude that there is no salvation available to one who dies by suicide. The common conclusion is that those who kill themselves are beyond the saving grace of God and will be among the lost in the final judgment. It is deemed necessary, when one also teaches an immediate continuation of existence in heaven at death. Why wouldn’t one kill themselves and go to glory.  Thus the fear of the final fire gives an strong incentive to live on here. However, such a theology offers little hope for mourners and those who comfort them.
 Suicide is certainly “a death like no other.”  No one questions the salvation of believers that die by other means: accident, illness, age, murder, disasters or predators.  However, what about a death that is self caused? This article is my attempt to say, “Wait.  Not so fast!  Maybe we should reconsider our theology.”
Suicide on the Rise
Suicide rates are increasing in all segments of the world’s population. It is said that the United States military experiences as many as twenty-two suicide deaths each day, in both active and retired personnel.  World wide, there are 850,000 successful suicides every year – that is 2,329 each day.
It is not a matter of “if,” but “when,” you will be called upon to minister in this context. Few things will stretch a minister’s soul and theology more than finding comforting words to say to a grieving family and community when one has died by suicide.
Words Matter
Read those last 3 words again – “died by suicide.” The usual phrase is, “committed suicide.”  This came from the era when suicide was a crime, much like committing larceny or adultery. “Committed” conveys shame and stigma even to this day. I now use the more neutral phrase – “died by suicide.”
The Bible Rogue’s Gallery
The idea that suicide is tantamount to an unpardonable sin comes through the ancient church theologians of Augustine and Thomas Aquinas, along with Dante’s Inferno.  Suicide was considered self-murder, breaking the sixth commandment.  Since the victim couldn’t go to confession there is no salvation for them.
This view is supported Biblically by referencing King Saul (1Samuel 31:4), the Apostle Judas (Matthew 27:3-5), as well as the lesser known Ahithophel (2Samuel 17:23) and Israel’s King, Zimri (1Kings 16:15-20).
However, we should refrain from passing judgment on the eternal destinies of Bible characters, given our limited knowledge from the accounts.  Who are we to judge? All four of these souls could be said to be “lost” based on the trending habits of their lives, not the means of their deaths. 
King Saul had drifted away from God, as evidenced by his numerous disobediences of Samuel’s instructions. Even the prophet withdrew and never saw Saul’s face again. (1Samuel 15:35). Saul’s Endor séance would justify such condemnation, regardless of the way he died. Judas’ embezzlement, his marginal discipleship and his betrayal kiss determine his destiny, rather than his mode of death.
The Bible’s Redeemed Gallery
There are other Bible biographies to ponder besides Saul and Judas. Let’s consider those who we have good reason to believe will be raised in the resurrection of the righteous.
Samson
Consider a name from Hebrews 11:32 - Samson.  What!  The Israelite judge who was a triple womanizer and who used his divine strength as a toy! The “suicide pusher” of temple pillars, whose intentional act resulted in his own death, along with 3,000 enemies. (Judges 16:27). Why does he get to be listed among the faithful?   Well, “the hair of his head began to grow” (Judges 16:22), evidence that he and God had important conversations as he pushed that millstone. So, perhaps a person can die by suicide and also be right with God.
The Armor Bearer
In our haste to convict King Saul, we have often missed the quivering form of a frightened armor bearer. “And when his armor bearer saw that Saul was dead, he also fell upon his sword and died with him.” 1 Samuel 31:5 NASB. 
I have taken to calling him - PFC Jacob Jacobson (That is Private First Class, for those of us without a military lexicon.)  He has been conscripted to drag Saul’s equipment around.  He has a uniform and a sword.
He, along with Saul, has seen the deaths of the king’s three sons. (vs.2)  We can surmise that their deaths were slow and torturous. It was King Saul’s fear that he might suffer a similar fate. (This fear is well founded, for the Philistines desecrated their bodies: cutting off their heads, and hanging them on Beth-shan’s wall. vs.8-10)
So an injured Saul asks his armor bearer to kill him. “…Pierce me through…lest these uncircumcised come…and make sport of me.” (vs 4) But PFC Jacobson refuses this order “being greatly afraid.”  I can picture him offering a shaky salute.  W-w-with…due re-re-respect, Your M-m-majesty, I will n-n-not lift m-m-my hand against the L-L-Lord’s anointed.” He answers “No.” And so King Saul falls on his own sword, a suicide that has influenced theology for the past three thousand years.
Now PFC Jacobson looks around.  The King and his sons are dead.  The battle is lost. Rather than face a torturous death, this military hero also dies by suicide!  I am unwilling to teach that this soldier should be considered lost due to his desperate, final act. 
Jesus
And it could be said that Jesus also died by suicide.  I will keep my reasoning brief but clear. (1) The Jews thought Jesus might kill himself because of cryptic statements. (John 8:21,22) (2) Jesus said he had the power to lay his life down. (John 10:17,18) (3) The laying down of his life was a demonstration of the greatest love a person can have. (John 15:13,14) (4) Jesus insisted in going through with the cross, telling an armed disciple to put his sword away.  “I can call twelve legions of angels to come rescue me, if I so desire.” (Matthew 26:52-54). (5) Jesus died by his own choice and actions…so that we might have abundant life. (John 10:10). 
To the Suicidal I Say:
If you believe that suicide is not pardonable by God (based on Saul and Judas), and THIS is what prevents you from ending your life…KEEP BELIEVING THIS!  Keep living! You are loved! Stay with us, please.  We’ll assist you getting the help you need.
To the Grieving Survivors I say:
I am so sorry about the death of your loved one. Tell me about what they meant to you?  (Listening opportunity.)  Then, consider the Bible stories mentioned above: Samson, the Armor Bearer and Jesus.  Your loved one is safe with God.
Next, ponder Romans 8:35-39:  NOTHING can separate us from the love of God.  Nothing means NOTHING!  Trust your loved one to the God who understands and is merciful. In the resurrection, Jesus will put arms of love around them as He smiles and asks, “What were you thinking?”
Trending Now
I also find great comfort in this quotation from the inspired prophet in my church tradition:  Mrs. Ellen G. White.
“It is the trend of the life, the direction in which one is going that we must measure the fruit of a prophet’s life. (or anyone’s life)  All good people occasionally do bad things, and all bad people occasionally do good things.  Every life has a trend – a very sobering thought, once you come to think about it.  My life has a trend.  So does yours.  What is the nature of that trend?  It is this trend of the life that the test of “fruits” seeks to measure.”  HONL 17.2 
Suicide can be seen as a good person doing the occasional bad thing, one that is undoable.  We must trust them, as we trust all the rest of our beloved dead, to the grace, mercy and power of our loving God.


Author’s Biographical Blurb

Chaplain O. Kris Widmer is a Seventh-day Adventist minister and currently works as a Palliative Care chaplain in an undisclosed location.  His enjoyment of life is augmented through devotional journaling, family togetherness, artistic explorations, poetry writing and occasionally eating ice cream; among many other simple pleasures. 

Monday, September 19, 2016

Poem - How Can It Be That My Mighty One Has Died?

How Can It Be That My Mighty One Has Died?
Lesson #1 in Lamenting for the Loved.

By King David ben Jesse, of Bethlehem: Instructor

By royal order: everyone must memorize this lament
For use when someone or anyone, (like my dear friend Jonathan),
who was much beloved, dies.
2 Samuel 19-27

Poetic Paraphrase Adapted for Any Grief in Death
 by O. Kris Widmer
September 19, 2016 – For Tauni Pigott and Family

My glorious one is dead.
Take notice! Please?
Stop the world, for just a little while!
Come, and mourn with me!
My world is turned upside down for the time being.

How is it possible that this one…
my mighty one has died!?
Keep it out of social media.
Don’t print it in the papers.
Lest those very few that held grudge against them
Should say “Ha!  Good riddance! 
We’re better off without them!”

I curse what caused their death!
I curse where and why they died!




My beloved one –
My pet, my Grammie, my Papa,
My classmate, my mentor, my teacher,
My auntie, my uncle, my sister, my brother,
My boss, my neighbor, my colleague, my partner,
My parent, my child, my cousin, my grandchild,
My best friend,
My spouse and lover [1]
is gone.

How is it possible that this one…
my mighty one
my precious one
my beloved one
has died!?

They were so greatly loved and admired in life.
Now in death, I can’t let go of my affection for them!
I will never let go of that!
It’s a good thing I don’t have to either!

They were the best!
Oh, how I loved them!
Oh, how they loved me!

Their laugh.
Their smile.
Their twinkling eyes.
Their personality.
Their friendship.
Their talents.
Their skills
They were wonderful!

Life was wonderful…because they were here!
Now they are gone!
How is it possible that this one…
my mighty one has died!?

They are simply not replaceable!
They were unique.
One of a kind.
Special and Spectacular!

So everyone –
         all who loved them;
         and all whom they loved;
         (You know who you are!)
Stop…and weep.
They are gone now!

I saw them breathe their last.
I saw the mortician take away their body.
I saw them in the casket.
I saw an urn with their name on it.
I was at the interment, the inurnment.
I saw their headstone, their plaque.

I grieve for you…my glorious one!

You were very, very, very, very dear to me.
Your love for me was wonderful.
My love for you was wonderful too.

I’m so glad I had you for as long as I did.
But it was much too short.
And now…you are not here.

There will be no more
         trips to the store together.
         cookie baking together
         ballgames together.
         prayers together.
         phone chats together
         kisses together.
         hugs together.
         making love together
        
There will be no more together.
At least for now.

I am here.
You are not.
You are gone.

How is it possible that this one…
my mighty one,
my glorious one,
my wonderful one,
has died!?

What am I going to do now?



[1] I wrote this list a possible order of grief experiences in life.  The first funeral I planned was for a gold fish.  The next I attended was for a grandparent. Etc.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Poem - The Good Swineherd

The Good Swineherd
O. Kris Widmer

Idea:  August 15, 2016  6:25         Posted: August 15, 2016 6:45
Based on passages in Matthew 8, Mark 5 and Luke 8

Three Word Wednesday #492:  Required Words:  Painstaking, Queasy, Radiant


It was very odd.
Nothing like this had happened
in all the Gentile generations
around Lake Gennesaret
that raised the multi-colored,
snouty beasts
for the bacon of their backs,
the hams of their haunches.

He had seen it all happen from afar.
The Nazarite and his entourage
Spoke briefly to the crazy man.
The town had tried, really they had –
 confining him more than once in the tombs.

Then…without warning
every last one of the sows had charged down the slop filled slope,
Then, over the edge into the lake.

“When pig’s fly” is a saying, true.
But “When pigs swim.” is just as much an impossibility apparently.

All that remained
was the painstaking chore
of sailing in circles,
collecting corpses.
Perhaps, if the town butchered them quickly,
some of their flesh was salvageable.
(For whatever reason, it wasn’t.  It looked fine, but tasted wretched.)

He was left with his questions about not being kosher himself
and the queasy anticipation of relating these events
to those that care about hog belly futures in town.

The only thing that made him swallow his bile
was the newly calmed crazy man
clothed, radiant, humming a happy tune.



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