CHRIST
IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from a Place of Winter for the Years of Winter…
The
telephone rang on Sunday afternoon, as it often does in a parsonage.
“Why
did you say in church this morning that we shouldn’t pray for my son-in-law?”
the voice demanded.
“Well,
Bernice, I just wanted to do something nasty to you and make you mad,” I
replied.
There
was a long pause. Then she said, “I thought it was something like that.”
I
had recognized the voice because I was expecting the call. Earl had already telephoned
to warn me. Bernice had called him and wanted to know why I had said during
Joys and Concerns in the worship service that we should not pray for her
son-in-law.
Prayer
requests during Joys & Concerns come in a wide range. In the same minute
someone asks for prayers for someone badly injured in a car accident, someone
else will ask for prayers for a paper cut. It’s all prayer-worthy, but
discombobulating. Some people get very specific in their requests. We visited
in a church where J&C took a lot of time. At one point the man behind us
whispered to his wife, “Was that the left ventricle or the right ventricle we
are supposed to pray for?”
Bernice
didn’t come to worship regularly, but she had telephoned me about her
son-in-law. He lived in another state and had a paper cut type of problem. We
didn’t make distinctions, though. If someone asked for prayer, we prayed.
I
assured her we would put him on the prayer list and pray for him in worship,
which we had done for three weeks before Bernice showed up at church. When I
opened Joys & Concerns that morning, she asked for prayer for him. I
pointed out that he was in the printed list in the bulletin and that we had
been praying for him for several weeks and would continue to do so.
Earl
said Bernice had already telephoned several others in the congregation, before
she called him, all of whom had told her what he told her: “No, he didn’t say
we should NOT pray for him. He said we had been praying for him and would keep
on doing it.” Bernice was not deterred.
I
like people with problems, in part because there is no other type of person to
like. I have trouble, though, liking problem people, and in every church I
pastored, there was a problem person or two… or ten.
People
with problems are a possibility. You might actually be of some help to them.
Problem people, though, are help-less. They are sure they are already right
about everything. To them, it’s always someone else who is the problem. They
are those “who have no need of a physician.”
We
went on to have a nice conversation, Bernice and I, because her world had been
restored to normalcy. She had been proved right. To anyone else, my stated desire
to “do something nasty to make her mad” would have created a problem. To
Bernice, it had solved a problem. I was back in her good graces.
I’m
not sure I want to recommend this as a general communication method. I doubt
that it would do Barack Obama much good to go on Fox News and say, “Yes, I was
born in Kenya and I’m a secret Muslim socialist Nazi communist who hates white
people.” Then his detractors would say, “See, he’s a liar, too,” not even
noticing the contradiction.
You
can’t help problem people, because they won’t acknowledge that they are the
problem. So you might as well have some fun.
Which
is what I did on the first day of spring, when it was snowing yet again, and we
were getting ready for another week-end of below zero [F] lows and single digit
highs. I said something nasty to spring, just as I did to Bernice. But I prayed
for spring, too, just as I did for Bernice… and her son-in-law.
It
worked. We were able to walk in sunshine in the park yesterday afternoon, at 50
degrees.
John
Robert McFarland
The
“place of winter” mentioned in the title line is Iron Mountain, in Michigan’s
Upper Peninsula, where life is defined by winter even in the summer!
I
tweet, occasionally, as yooper1721.
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