Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Christianity & Suicide: Bridging the Gap

BY EMILY BARNHARDT

After losing a close loved one to suicide in 2014, I’ve gained a deeper level of awareness and a different perspective on the issue of suicide as a whole. I am a Christian, and through my experience of grieving a loss by suicide, my eyes have been opened to the unfortunate reality of how suicide is frequently viewed from a Christian perspective. Due to its taboo nature, I think suicide is sadly often a “hot potato” subject within the church, and I’ve found that one of the main obstacles in grieving this type of loss as a Christian is figuring out how to navigate the surplus of controversial opinions on suicide within the Christian community. 

I know some Christians may not agree with my words, as is the case with discussion on any taboo subject, regardless of religion. And that’s OK. However, it is a fact that I do have a different perspective on this subject, as a Christian, than another Christian per say, who has never lost a close loved one to suicide or experienced that depth of darkness themselves. And I think, in these situations, we can benefit in stopping to listen to those who have walked paths we have not yet walked ourselves, in order to learn how we might be able to better approach that issue and be more equipped in helping people through it. 

I’m writing this to those who share my Christian faith in hopes that my words might function as a bridge over the gap of understanding I’ve observed when it comes to the issue of suicide. I see my experience as an opportunity, not to criticize or condemn us as Christians, but to empower us in our efforts to be a light in the darkness. 

I experienced a few dark nights in the deepest season of my grief. I can’t explain that feeling of darkness that I felt those specific nights and days. It felt as if the pain my loved one carried the night she took her life had somehow transferred to me. It felt like satan himself was hovering over me and covering me. That feeling – a feeling of terrifying and suffocating darkness - is exactly what can drive a person to take their own life. I can only explain it as a level of consuming darkness that no Christian, even one who is fully aware of the power of satan, could ever begin to imagine unless they are taken to that exact level of darkness themselves. It’s oppression and evil that is beyond description. 

That is honestly why it hurts me to hear Christians label someone who takes their own life as selfish, because I know the power of the enemy and the horrifying extents to which he can blind us. I want to be clear in saying that Christians are not to blame for the belief that suicide is selfish. It’s unfortunately a common response across the board, religion or no religion, and it’s a misguided and insensitive response. We assume that, because a person carried out the action of taking his/her life, they rationally made the decision to. Suicidality and rationality cannot possibly coexist in a person’s mind; suicide itself illustrates the horrific power of irrational thinking. 

It’s interesting to me that we Christians often express that the act of suicide is selfish, when the reality is, shouldn’t we as Christians actually have more understanding that suicide doesn’t testify to a person’s character, but rather to the level of pain and spiritual attack they were under? After all, we know how powerful satan can be and we know the dark deception that can so easily blind us and take over our rational mind. 

And I feel the need to clarify that the power of satan’s deception in the mind of someone who takes their life does not imply that person is/was possessed by demons. Those are two entirely different situations and I’ve unfortunately heard too many grieving people share with me the wounds they carry from the church saying their loved one was possessed. I personally do not agree with that approach toward someone hurting at all. When someone is in that depth of despair, it does not mean they are possessed. It means that satan is trying with all his might to steal, kill, and destroy; he is trying to steal joy, kill life, and destroy rational perspective. 

I’m also not saying that all Christians take the wrong approach when it comes to suicide; they don’t. I think this is exactly why this subject is unfortunately avoided and/or met with defensiveness on both sides. I can only speak to my experience and the experiences I’ve heard from others. And I myself am a Christian; therefore, you can trust that the sole intention of my words is to help those who suffer and empower us to try to see things from a different perspective. 

As Christians, we categorize things as sinful and not sinful in our minds, because it’s important in how we live our lives. However, when it comes to suicide - whether it is a person currently battling those thoughts or someone having passed away from it – I wonder if our “sin categories” can sometimes unintentionally lead us first to judgment rather than discernment and compassion. 

Because in reality, the issue of suicide isn’t about selfishness or sin; it’s about deception and darkness. It isn’t the result of a person’s choice; it’s the result of the enemy’s powerful deception to make a person believe that there is no other choice. And when it comes to deception and darkness, we know who to blame for that…and it isn’t the person who is suffering. 

My hope is that we would reflect on how we view and approach issues such as suicide, so that we can be confident that the way we’re responding is life-giving and life-changing in a beneficial way…a way that brings hope and life.

Monday, June 22, 2015

What rocks and water taught me about the meaning of life

BY:  Rachel Jane Flower
Here's what rocks and water taught me yesterday about the meaning of life....
Yesterday the wind was whipping up the waves into a dancing frenzy. The sun slipped behind a cloud and the water grew dramatically darker. It all seemed to perfectly mirror the surges of emotion I had been experiencing the last few days. Grief, combined with relief, combined with deep love, combined with aching sadness.
Lake Tahoe Photo Credit:  Rachel Flower
Only a week ago I lost someone very special in my life - my dear brother in law, Skip, who was really much more like a real brother to me. As I shared in my last blog post, these Tahoe waters have helped me open to a deeper relationship with life and death. But what happened yesterday took that to a whole new level, courtesy of Mother Nature and the interplay of water and rocks.
And it began with another extended swim...
Lots of my friends think I’m nuts, because I love to swim for long periods in very cold water. But for me, it’s not just about the physicality and aliveness of it – it’s also powerful way to connect with the essence of life. After all, water connects us all. For millions of years, water has cycled through from clouds to lakes to the earth, to rivers to oceans, and back up into the sky. Most of our body is water – and the same water particles that Jesus drank, that Buddha drank, that Attila the Hun drank are still with us today, cycling through our cells, linking us all through time and space.
Swimming through the waves, stroke by stroke, I felt myself carried into a delicious trance. The waves rising, falling, rising, falling, seemed to pass through me rather than under me, offering the exquisite experience of release and letting go. Waves rise, waves fall. We breathe in, we breathe out. We live. We die. Emotion comes. Emotion goes. It is all a part of life, and Nature can so beautifully reflect the inner landscape of being.
After swimming back and forth across the rocky bay for almost half an hour, my attention was drawn to some rock formations on the beach. A local artist had created a series of cairns along the shoreline, each comprising several precariously balanced rocks.
I swam towards them, wanting to get a closer look at these exquisitely fragile artscapes. I clambered across the pebbly beach towards them and sat down next to a couple of the larger cairns, just wanting to be in silence with the rocks. I loved the paradox of it. Transience and permanence blended as one. Ancient rocks that have rested here unchanged for eons, that have seen species and civilizations come and go, held now in a delicately transient balance that a stray tennis ball or a gust of wind could easily destroy.
Life is transient. And life is forever. That is what these rocks were saying.
And I found it to be deeply comforting.
People come and go, but spirit lives on. Ideas come and go, but inspiration lives on.
A feeling of peace came over me.
As I walked through this outdoor art gallery, I felt myself drawn to a large, black stone that lay near the base of one of the formations. Weathered by wind and waves, it was smooth and shiny. I picked it up and instantly felt comforted by the physicality of earth’s gravitational pull. Holding this stone in both hands I began to move and flex with spiral movements, allowing the weight to guide me into a dance with gravity herself . I felt the pull of matter teaching me how to be in my body; how to be grounded and fluid and light and heavy all at the same time.
After I don’t know how long I held this rock high above my head until I almost couldn’t bear it and finally released her with a satisfying thud into the sand. I instantly felt as if a huge weight had now been released from me.
I flopped down on the sand, exhausted and content, knowing I had received a precious gift from the stones and the water: It is what it is what it is.
People die, but spirit lives one. Memories live on. The connection lives on.
Nature is the ultimate connector. The ultimate connective tissue, bringing disparate parts of our being back together as one. Blending the moment and eternity through the loving pull of mother earth’s gravity.
Thank you,
Rachel Jane Flower

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Grieving the Living

By:  Angie Cartwright
I have lost many to physical death like so many of you. Today I wanted to discuss what I call "Grieving The Living."  I truly never realized the sadness, longing, heartache and loneliness I was experiencing over relationships that were either over, never happened, or broken.  
I have grieved in many different ways over many people who were still alive. There is no comparison losing someone to death and someone who is alive.  I don't want to compare any loss.  All loss hurts and all loss is personal and unique to the griever who is experiencing it.  Please know this post is about one particular kind of loss that, if you have not experienced it, then this post will probably not make sense.  
I didn't even realize grieving for the living until after my mother passed from a drug overdose.  It came months after her death.  My relationship with my mother was at times painful and nonexistence.  As I grieved her physical death I had these moments of painful clarity that I had experienced some of these intense feelings with her most of my life.  
We were taken from my mother and placed in foster care due to her alcoholism. This would happen on and off until the age of thirteen. At thirteen I was permanently removed from her. As I was experiencing the physical loss I could feel that I had these same feelings when she was alive. I grieved her so. Then I would have said I was sad, my heart was shattered. This was the beginning of me realizing all the grief I have experienced through my life.

Examples of Grieving The Living:
1. A family member who struggles with addiction.
2. A loved one in prison.
3. Adoption
4. A friendship broken
5. A broken relationship boyfriend/girlfriend
6. Separation from anyone you love.
7. Divorce
8. Abandonment 
9. Being Orphaned 
10. Abuse of any kind sexual/physical/mental
11. Being Bullied 
12. Not being validated (Listened too)
13. Friends and family separation after a loss in the family.

I wanted to share this with all of you as it made a huge impact on me to see how much grief I have, and had been in. I definitely am not wanting to look for more ways to grieve. But, to truly know my journey and to be able to find different ways to help me heal as a human being became vital. There are many other situations and relationships we grieve over.  Above are some examples.
Question:  How do I know if I'm grieving something?
My answer:  If it breaks your heart, you're grieving.
I send all my love and warm hugs to you today. I would love to invite you to share your experiences with this type of grief.  If you're not able to, its okay.  No pressure.  Maybe reading other experiences will help.
It seems so weird to say I felt better knowing I was grieving more than I thought, but I did and do.  It was still very painful.... please don't get me wrong, very painful. The discovery of all the grief helped to put a finger on heartache that often society overlooks and doesn't see it as grief.  Today that is changing.
Remember, if it broke your heart or is breaking your heart, then you are experiencing grief. Please feel free to post under this post and share your experiences.