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  Email newsletter from terryhershey.com Issue 19

In This Issue:

  • Sacred Necessities: Brokenness and Hidden Wholeness
  • Books to Nurture the Soul
  • Words to Live By
  • Parable & Sabbath Thought
  • Gardens & Grace Conference
    Gentleness and Beauty, Spaciousness and Healing, Stillness and Delight
    (read more)
  • Letters & Poem

FEATURE ARTICLE
by Terry Hershey

Sacred Necessities:
Brokenness and Hidden Wholeness

“When I come in that door, I'm covered with blood sometimes, and they hug me. They love me, they take care of me, they treat me as a real human being. And then they feed me, and they massage me, and they give me adjustments. These are my people. This is my place. This is where I come to be with God.”
A New York firefighter, about the volunteers who worked tirelessly in St. Paul's chapel. St. Paul's is the place—adjacent to the World Trade Center—where firefighters and rescue workers ate and slept in the days and weeks that followed the 9/11 tragedy at the World Trade Center.

“Grace is that unseen sound that makes you look up.”
Anne Lamott

“Hospitality is the fundamental virtue of the soil. It makes room. It shares. It neutralizes poisons. And so it heals. This is what the soil teaches: If you want to be remembered, give yourself away.”
William Bryant Logan

“Brokenness and wounding do not occur in order to break human dignity, but to open the heart so God can act. ”
Martin Marty

“For God is here, alive in this darkness as surely and as truly as in the light. When we have come to know this, then the song begins, ancient and true, finding its way into our being and making for itself a home. And the darkness and the cold and the desert purity are made holy by it.”
Anne McConney

“When I am truly empty, then God by his very nature must come and fill me.”
Meister Eckhart

“If you were to ask me about salvation, I'd tell you that it is being freed from every obstacle to intimacy with God. That we will know, as we are known and love, as we are loved. And that it is not about what happens after we die, but begins whenever we realize that God loves us.”
Terry Hershey

“Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is the glue.”
Eugene O'Neill

“The longest way 'round is the shortest way home.”
Tao

“Which reminded me of the story I read about this gentleman who knocks on his son's door. “Jaime,” he says, “wake up!”
Jaime answers, “I don't want to get up, Papa.”
The father shouts, “Get up, you have to go to school.”
Jaime says, “I don't want to go to school.”
“Why not?” asks the father.
“Three reasons,” says Jaime. “First, because it's so dull; second, the kids tease me; and third, I hate school.”
And the father says, "Well, I am going to give you three reasons why you must go to school. First, because it is your duty; second, because you are forty-five years old, and third, because you are the Principal.”

A Rabbi visited a young couple who had lost a child. Understandably, the circumstances were very tragic. And the Rabbi waxed eloquent from the Scriptures about loss and grief and God and pain and God's will and about enduring distress. For two hours he explained the theology of pain to them. And in the end asked, “So, would you like me to explain it again?”

“No, thank you Rabbi,” answered the young man, “We have already suffered enough!”

I grew up in a religious tradition that knew what to say in bad times, broken times, grieving times, wounded times. People had Bible verses for me. They were our designated “Bible verse spouters.” It seemed to be a spiritual gift. These people had answers. And from what I could tell, dark beady eyes. In each case, I was told that my situation was a problem to be solved, not a mystery to be embraced.

I would hear these pronouncements, and feel at the very least, dense, or, more likely, void of faith, because apparently I didn't “get it.”

Truth is, there were still times I felt lost, lonely, wounded, hurting, tired or disillusioned. And for some reason, I couldn't make the formula work. These “answers” did not give me peace. They just made me want to hit someone.

Reminds me of a cartoon. Two men walking to the top of a sacred mountain to talk with a great guru.

“Life is like a river,” says the guru.

“You've got to be kidding,” say the men. They begin to choke the guru.

“Okay, okay,” says the guru. “Life is not like a river.”


We all agree on this. Life is difficult.

And some of us—no, all of us—break. Maybe from boredom, or lack of passion, or illusion of familiarity, or loss of childlikeness, or fatigue of spirit, or cruelty, or despair.

A woman visited my house today. Walked my garden with me. Her son (age 24) was killed in an accident earlier this year. The loss still weighs heavy. None of the equations that come standard equipment in our brains seem adequate. Children are not supposed to die before their parents.

She tells me that she has any number of people (including good friends) who tell her the goal is to move on. Get over the grief.

I tell her that I didn't know that was the goal. If it is, I tell her, it's not a good one.

Another friend tells me she thinks she is going crazy.

And another is sad in his marriage, and tells me life isn't any fun anymore.


Larsen's The Far Side puts things in focus. The comic shows Cowboys under siege by Indians. The Indians are shooting arrows with fire, burning the wagons. One cowboy says to the other, “Hey, they're lighting their arrows. Can they do that?”

We live smack-dab in the middle of a crazy war about expectations.
You know, when the hardest thing to accept is the way our life has gone. It should have been different, we tell ourselves.
Or in the words of Captain Jack Aubrey in Master and Commander, “Not all of us become the men we once hoped we might be.”

The irony is that once I recognize this dilemma, I try to compensate. I keep myself busier, and work even harder to impress. Which kind of puts me into another pickle. In the words of John Nash (from A Brilliant Mind), “What if I'm not capable and busy? Or, in the end, truly original?”

So that's what it's all about. Whether we matter. Maybe deep down I don't want to be original, I just want to be liked. Or admired. Or appreciated. Or just noticed.


We've all wrestled with the internal dialogue about life's unfairness. That's old hat. And depending on what sort of beverage may be near by, some of us have given in to a spell of melancholy or regret.


This much I do know. I spend too much of my energy running from my life as it is, assuming that answers are down the road, or around the corner, or buried in some Bible verse. If there is any unease, or mess, or brokenness, I spend a good deal of fuel—mental, spiritual and physical energy trying to appease it, dampen it, control it or manage it. Like some political damage control public relations campaign. (I may be a mess, but I don't want people to see it, or know about it.) And in the end, I wear this new persona (you know, the one trying so hard to look like he has his act together) like a hand me down suit, and carry myself self-consciously.

Ah, the wisdom of the Eagles, who reminded us that “Every form of refuge has its price.”

And my solace? Came in what. . .my need for control?

And with that control, a burning resentment at my life as it is.


* * * * *


Walking the streets of Hong Kong, one cannot help notice the number of vendors, pushing their carts along the streets in and out of traffic. Repeatedly shouting, “Sale! Sale! Specials items for sale!” It is not easy to avoid the aggressive sales pitches.

One visitor noticed a single vendor who was different. The vendor was quiet, staying to himself as he slowly pushed his cart along the sidewalk. The visitor stopped the man, “What are you selling?”

“Selling?” the vendor responded, “Oh, I'm not selling anything.” With that, he reached into his cart and picked up two pieces of a toy that had been broken. “You see, I buy broken things. My joy comes in mending. Once, mended, it can be given away, and bring more joy.”


A couple anticipated attending the opening of a new museum exhibit. At the last moment, their childcare plans fell through. They were left with the only option of taking their young daughter, seven years old, with them. They expected that the event would be tedious for the girl, but hoped she would not be a drain on their evening.

The exhibit was large and varied. One room of water color paintings, another of pen and ink sketches. In another great bronze sculpting. In another, modern art in oil. And in another, small blown glass figurines. Exquisite. Gossamer.

The little girl spent the evening mesmerized.

On the way home, the parents said to their daughter, “We're sorry we took you to such a long adult event. But we're proud of the way you behaved. And we want to thank you. Did you enjoy any of the evening.”

The girl paused, and then told them, “All night, I wanted to touch the fragile things.”


The little ones understand.

That my wholeness is, in fact, a hidden wholeness, and it comes only as I embrace my brokenness. My messiness. My confusion.

That my identity, my value, my worth, is not predicated on answers or resolutions or tidiness. It comes from Grace.

Grace is that moment of certainty when I know that if I never did one more seminar, or wrote one more book, or attended one more meeting, it would be okay.

Mark Twain was once asked, “Do you believe in child baptism?”

“Believe in it,” he responded. “Hell, I've seen it.”


Grace.

At one time I believed in it.

But now, I have seen it.

Grace is just not where I expected to find it. Grace is found where God is found, in the pressure points of life. And when I understand this, I am free to surrender.

I am free to give up my need for control and answers.

I am free to own my life. This life. Not some tidy life.

I am free to let my life heal, not by denying the pain, but by acknowledging it, and in fact, by keeping my heart open.

I am free to see that the mending does not eliminate the cracks, but allows us to embrace them.


“There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in.”
—Leonard Cohen


So. What did I tell the woman who talked with me about her son's death?

I couldn't improve on a story I heard about Rear Admiral Thornton Miller Chief. He was the Chaplain at Normandy in WWII. Someone asked him, “Up and down the beach, with the shells going everywhere, why did you do that?”

“Because I'm a minister.”

“But didn't you ask if they were Catholic or Protestant or Jew?”

“If you're a minister, the only question you ask is, 'Can I help you?'”


“. . . The baby was staring intently at other people, and as soon as he recognized a human face, no matter whose it was, . . . he would respond with absolute delight. . . . I realized that this is how God looks at us, staring into our face in order to be delighted, . . . I suspect that only God, and well-loved infants, can see this way. . . . Even when we try to run away from our troubles, as Jacob did, God will find us, and bless us, even when we feel most alone, unsure if we'll survive the night. God will find a way to let us know that [God] is with us in this place, wherever we are, however far we think we've run.”
—Kathleen Norris



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Book Reviews

Go Away, Come Closer.

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Healing Gardens to Visit

Enid Haupt Glass Garden
New York City, NY

Faith and Healing Garden

Sacred Heart Medical Center,
Spokane, WA

Books To Nurture The Soul

This Sunrise of Wonder, Michael Mayne
Listening for the Heartbeat of God, J Philip Newell
Lost in Wonder, Esther De Waal
The Book of Creation, J Philip Newell

Words to Live By

“But many religious leaders argue that those who search for God in calamities would do better to search for him in the aftermath — in the actions of those offering help and comfort. Rabbi Kanefsky recalled an essay on suffering by Rabbi Joseph Soloveitchik, a noted 20th century scholar, who "was very explicit in saying when a calamity occurs, 'Why?' is the wrong question." Said Kanefsky: "The only question that we ask is — how can we help?”

“What has been lost is the true beholding of the light from the inner eyes. Grace is given to heal that inner sight, to open our eyes again to the goodness that is deep within us, for God is within us. The grace of Christ restores us to our original simplicity.”
- Eriugena

“One had to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to embrace the world like a lover. One has to accept pain as a condition of existence. One has to court doubt and darkness as a the cost of knowing. One needs a will stubborn in conflict, but apt always to total acceptance of every consequence of living and dying.”
- Morris West

“You cannot earn this God. You cannot prove yourself worthy of this God. It is simply a matter of awareness. Deepening the awareness. There are moments when we believe it. Then it all makes sense. Once I can see it here, and trust it, even in this piece of clay that I am, in this moment of time that I am, then the compliment is also passed on to you. I am able to see the divine image both in myself and in your and eventually in all things. Finally, the seeing is one. How you see anything is how you will se everything. . .Either we see the divine image in all created things, or we don't see it at all.”
- Richard Rohr

“Lent asks us to be nothing, nothing at all, but the soul that God “beholds with merciful eyes.” It is freedom without limit, with no constraint but love, and it is a hard thing for most of us to endure.”
- Anne McConney

“Before every session I take a moment to remember my humanity. There is no experience that this man has that I cannot share with him, no fear that I cannot understand, no suffering that I cannot care about, because I too am human. No matter how deep his wound, he does not need to be ashamed in front of me. I too am vulnerable. And because of this, I am enough. Whatever his story, he no longer needs to be alone with it. This is what will allow his healing to begin.”
- Dr. Carl Rogers

Parable

“Spirituality means waking up. Most people, even though they don't know it, are asleep. They're born asleep, they live asleep, they marry in their sleep, they breed children in their sleep, they die in their sleep without ever waking up. They never understand the loveliness and the beauty of this thing that we call human existence. You know, all mystics, Catholic, Christian, non-Christian, no matter what their theology, no matter what their religion, are unanimous on one thing: that all is well, all is well. Thought everything is a mess, all is well. Strange paradox, to be sure. But, tragically, most people never get to see that all is well because they are asleep. They are having a nightmare.

Last year on Spanish television I heard a story about this gentleman who knocks on his son's door. “Jaime,” he says, “wake up!” Jaime answers, “I don't want to get up, Papa.”

The father shouts, “Get up, you have to go to school.” Jaime says, “I don't want to go to school.” “Why not?” asks the father. “Three reasons,” says Jaime. “First, because it's so dull; second, the kids tease me; and third, I hate school.” And the father says, “Well, I am going to give you three reasons why you must go to school. First, because it is your duty; second, because you are forty-five years old, and third, because you are the headmaster.” Wake up! Wake up! You've grown up. You're too big to be asleep. Wake up! Stop playing with your toys.

Most people tell you they want to get out of kindergarten, but don't believe them. Don't believe them! All they want you to do is to mend their broken toys. “Give me back my wife. Give me back my job. Give me back my money. Give me back my reputation, my success.” This is what they want; they want their toys replaced. That's all. Even the best psychologist will tell you that, that people don't really want to be cured. What they want is relief; a cure is painful.

Waking up is unpleasant, you know. You are nice and comfortable in bed. It is irritating to be woken up. That's the reason the wise guru will not attempt to wake people up. I hope I'm going to be wise here and make no attempt whatsoever to wake you up if you are asleep. It is really none of my business, even though I say to you at times, “Wake up!” My business is to do my thing, to dance my dance. If you profit from it fine; if you don't, too bad! As the Arabs say, “The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes and flowers in the gardens.”

- Anthony De Mello
Sabbath Thought

“A colleague of the missionary physician and music scholar Albert Schweitzer tells the story of being near the African equator and hearing a Bach toccata wafting down he Ogowe River at dawn. It was the eighty-six-year-old Schweitzer practicing on his zinc-clad pedal piano with the intensity of someone who was rehearsing for a gala recital in the jungle scheduled for that afternoon. The man went to work for Schweitzer in the jungle, so moved was he by Schweitzer's music. Music makes some go to war, it makes some melt down, it makes many cry. For me, music keeps Sabbath.”
- Donna Schaper

Gardens and Grace
Kanuga Conference Center

Don't miss this conference!

Gardens and Grace:
Gentleness and Beauty, Spaciousness and Healing, Stillness and Delight
May 21-24, 2006

Kanuga Conference Center
Gardens large and small, wild and manicured are extraordinary containers for life-enhancement and spiritual growth. This unique conference, in an exquisite garden setting, will provide breathing space; time for solitude and community, time for relaxation and restoration; time to learn about and to cherish the natural world. Inspirational meditations and workshops, teaching and input, sharing and celebrating will encourage a deepening of faith, hope and love. Come and see how the garden grows!

Speakers include:
Esther de Waal
Rev. Philip Roderick
Rev. Terry Hershey

Some of the workshops offered:

  • Body Prayer:
    The gentle interplay between heaven and earth
  • The Cardboard Band:
    Contemplative Christian chant with an Afro-Celtic flavor!
  • Still Walk
    (A walk of awareness around the lake at Kanuga)
  • Soul Gardening
    (Lessons the garden teaches us to live fully and with passion)
  • Prayer and Healing in the Garden
  • Creating a Sanctuary Garden
    (practical suggestions for making a sacred space, applicable to small or large gardens)
  • The Garden and Sabbath
    (slowing down and stillness)
  • The Gift of the Garden
    (spiritual, emotional, social benefits)
  • Garden Design Workshop
    (nuts and bolts basics to consider for personal gardens and for Church memorial gardens)
  • Caring for the Earth
    “Pledge allegiance to the earth, and to the flora and fauna and human life that it supports; one planet indivisible, with clean air, soil and water, with liberty, justice and peace for all.”
    - William Sloane Coffin
  • Labyrinths and the garden

Workshop Information

Double room occupancy $395 / Single room occupancy $485 /
Commuter (locals in the area of Kanuga) $225 /
Participating spouse $325 / Non participating spouse $245 (for meals and lodging only)
Online registration
www.kanuga.org
Call Kanuga (828) 692-9136

Located in the mountains of Western North Carolina, Kanuga offers the natural beauty of 1400 wooded acres and a 30 acre lake, comfortable accommodations, delicious meals, a well stocked bookstore and free time choices including hiking trails to mountain overlooks, meditating in the labyrinth, walking the John Barr Fitness Trail and relaxing in rocking chairs by the fireplace.

Special scholarships available.
Airfare discounts from Fifth Avenue Travel at 888-696-8200.

Letters

THANKS FOR YOUR GRACE FULL ALL VERY GOOD
IN DIVINE ORDER, OMNISCIENTLY, OMNIPOTENTLY
OMNIPRESENT, AMEN!

Terry, It feels like I have had communion when I hear you speak. Thank you. S.


Hi Terry! Thanks again SO MUCH for a wonderful talk at our “Couples Night Out”. I dropped a copy of the evaluation results in the mail today -- everyone had a wonderful time, very positive feedback. I'm sure you'll appreciate the comments that "Marc Anthony" wrote on his evaluation about Cleopatra :)
Thanks again! We hope to have you back sometime!!
Becky Loewe, Bryan Medical Center, Lincoln, NE


Hi Terry, L in Tampa, Florida here. A couple of 'stories' for you... About a year ago, I dragged my husband to your workshop at St. John's Episcopal. We were both dreading the transition stage of our mid-lives: Empty Nest, as we prepared for our only child to leave home for college. So we were open to your message because we looking for something to fill the void. After your talk, I bought Soul Gardening. I read it few times and sometimes aloud to my husband. Now, I keep Spiritual Gardening either Sacred Necessities in my purse. Whenever I have to wait - I pull out a book and read. I cannot tell you how this simple practice has transformed me into a civilized, patient and graceful human being!

Another good thing to report: I visit my garden when I am stressed or when I need to sort through some issues. Pulling weeds is powerful therapy! It tempers anxiety, quells depressive episodes, clears the mind and brings me closer to God. My garden is a living chapel/sanctuary full of reminders of God's grace and blessings. It's sort of wonderful.

Last, I want to tell you about my Dad, who is Jewish and grew up during the depression and then the Nazi Invasions. From the time I was a little girl, he impressed upon me the joy one can get from life's simplest pleasures: Ice cream cones, vegetable gardens, homemade soup, a walk in the mountains, shooting stars, freshly mowed grass, the scent of honeysuckle, a gorgeous smile, a chubby baby... all of those treasures and more. He shared those joys with me and gave me the gift of exuberance in such experiences. So I hope you can understand how much of your work reminds me of my eccentric-in-a-wonderful-way-dad.

Thank you for the wake up call...I am looking forward to savoring the next half of my life. What is more, I am savoring today.

Terry, I wanted to say a big thank you for your time spent with us in Tampa! It really was a miracle that my husband came with me to the 2nd Friday and Saturday sessions. He, too, has a wonderful sense of humor so I hoped you all would connect. And if anyone needs to carve out some Sabbath space, it's he. It is my prayer that this will happen in some form. And by the way, our first dog was named Hershey. He was a chocolate Lab. and Australian Shepherd mix. We had him for almost 15 years, and now we own a mini-Dashshund named Winston. God's blessings to you,
MC

Poem

“To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possible be broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact,
you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.
Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;
avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change.
It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.
The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
- CS Lewis

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