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There can be no question of making "helpful" books. The help must not be located in the book but in the relation between the reader and the book… Rainer Marie Rilke

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   My three-year-old grandson is a child of light. The way I know this is that whenever he enters a room, the light goes up – as if light encircled him, shinning forth into the faces of adults he encounters with his happy energy. Adults break into smiles at the sight of him. Sometimes, I start to laugh out of the pure joy at his arrival into my presence. But this can also be true of any child, or any person including you! It depends upon our relationship to that person.
   You are a carrier of energy that can illuminate (or diminish) the light in the lives of others. Your presence lifts those around you whenever you let Love’s light shine through you.
   How do caregivers learn to be good carriers of light?  As Rilke writes, books don’t teach us. It is our relationship to the book that may awaken some new understanding or appreciation…

   For some, the Bible is a source of light. For others, it’s the Koran.
For a third group, it is the Torah. But none of these books would
necessarily illuminate the lives of someone in the mountains of Tibet for whom
these books may represent nothing more than paper to burn in the
campfire from which they seek warmth.
   This is the challenge of teaching Loving Care. Caught in the grip of old school models, we imagine that if we could just find the right book, we would become better at loving others. If this was what it was about, millions of Christians would be living the Bible’s teaching instead of treating people who follow the teaching of a different book as their enemies.
   Loving care is learned by a process of caring engagement with others, not by following canned instructions. As true as this may be, it is stunningly difficult for many leaders of charities to understand this. 
   Across America, caring people seek answers in books. I’ve written a few myself, and I’m always Lighted_book
interested to learn what effect they may have on readers. To understand this, I need to ask what effect books have had on my own ability to be a "carrier of light."
   Think of all the books that have ever been written, from crude stories told in cuneiform g on stone, to the philosophical works of the Greeks, to the dramas of Shakespeare, through all the treatises on science and math and astronomy, right down to the words you are reading right now. Consider which of all the millions of books out there have entered your consciousness and which of this group have illuminated your life.
   Many people like to say that the Bible has helped them to be a better person and I think that can be true. For example, it really does help me to think of the Good Samaritan when I look out at a world of people in deep need.
   Books may be of the biggest help to us when we engage them as potential reflections of our the world and our place in it. As a child, Oliver Twist helped me to empathize with the plight of mistreated children, a biography of Abe Lincoln helped me see what noble leadership looked like and Moby Dick taught me something about the nature of obsession. Mickey Mouse, a cartoon character hatched from the imagination of a single person, illuminates all of our lives.
   And the books that first brought light to me were the ones my mother and father read to me. Like millions of children, I traveled the pages of children’s books struggling up the railroad tracks with the Little Engine That Could and down into soft green meadows with Hansel and Gretel.
   With full respect for all the self-help books out there, it is the story books (children or adult) that illuminate energy in us. In Divinity School, I learned that much of the power of Christianity depends upon the strength of what is called The Christian Narrative. This is nothing more (or less) than the beautiful accumulation of a great story of love that has survived a journey of twenty centuries to enter our hearts today. Whether this narrative is a part of your life or not, there are many stories that are.
   How do we become better carriers of light? We may choose to listen to the teaching of books. More powerfully, we may listen to the stories of those around us and make them part of our lives. And we tell others our own. Each person carries many life stories to tell. In the resonance between speaker and listener, love’s light will shine through if we open our sacred eyes to see it.

-Erie Chapman

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4 responses to “Raising the Light”

  1. Karen York Avatar
    Karen York

    I think the light of your grandson is not only from your relationship with him but a reflection of his unadulterated life view. As with all toddlers, he has not yet been molded into anything other than his true nature, allowing his most brilliant light to shine. Along the way to adulthood, we lose our sense of abandon and cover our light so that we fit in. Books have helped me in the rediscovery of my own light, yet I must be willing to cultivate my own growth and step out from the half-light. It’s ironic that we spend a great deal of our adult life trying to figure out how to enjoy it like we did as a toddler.
    Karen

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  2. Carol Elkins, R.N. Avatar
    Carol Elkins, R.N.

    I think it really helps each of us to know that we have the power to “raise the light” among those around us. Thank you for this encouragement.

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  3. Mary Jean Powell, MSW Avatar
    Mary Jean Powell, MSW

    I agree with what Karen said about how society causes us to cover some of the natural light we had as children. This is why we delight so much in children. Something in us also mourns what we have lost. This article is a good reminder of our potential to be people of light for others. So many of the clients I see are looking for this light. Beyond the professional help I might be able to offer, they are also looking for someone to reflect back to them that they are also carriers of light.

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  4. liz Wessel Avatar
    liz Wessel

    I so appreciate all of you dear friends of the Journal who share your light with me.
    I want to share a story written by my son John Wessel. Now in his 18th year, he is full of light and enthusiasm as he ventures out to discover life. If he knew I was sharing this story with you he would probably be very unhappy with me, but I cannot resist. I think it is a sweet story written by a young man who illuminates my life with his generous and life-giving spirit.
    The First Dog by John Wessel Written in 1999, at age 11.
    Once upon a time, there was a poor hungry old man who had no money, whatsoever. One day he went to look for food in a nearby forest. He looked and looked but there was no food to be seen for miles around.
    So he walked on till he ran into a wolf that never had enough food for his family. They looked at each other and the old man said,” I’m not sharing my food with a mangy wolf.” The wolf said, “I’m not sharing my food with a scraggly old man.” The old man said, “I won’t need any help from a wolf,” and the wolf said the same.
    They both turned in different directions and walked off. As they walked they both said, “I will find my own food!” The wolf searched and searched but he couldn’t find anything to eat. The old man looked and looked but he couldn’t find a bite to eat.
    A few hours later, the wolf and the old man ran into each other again. They tried not to show that they hadn’t found any food, so they walked on. When they were still in hearing range, the old man turned around and said, “I didn’t find a bite to eat in the forest.” The wolf turned around and said, “I didn’t find anything either.”
    Then the wolf said that he had an idea. He explained to the old man that if they combined their skills they would both be able to find more than enough food. The old man said, “From this day on I will call you dog.”
    From that day on, they found plenty of food and they shared it with every person needing of food. Or they helped them look for food. And they lived happily ever after.
    I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world. Mother Teresa

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