{"id":923,"date":"2019-11-10T21:48:08","date_gmt":"2019-11-10T21:48:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/2019\/11\/10\/the-stories-we-have-to-tell-and-tell-and-tell\/"},"modified":"2020-02-11T21:44:27","modified_gmt":"2020-02-11T21:44:27","slug":"the-stories-we-have-to-tell-and-tell-and-tell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/2019\/11\/10\/the-stories-we-have-to-tell-and-tell-and-tell\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cThe Stories We Have to Tell (and tell, and tell)\u201d based on\tPsalm 145:1-5, 17-21 and Job 19:23-27a"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Several<br \/>\nyears ago I had the honor of celebrating the life of a woman who had<br \/>\nspent her life as a nurse. \u00a0She was fiercely independent, had never<br \/>\nmarried, was wonderfully fashionable, and LOVED being a nurse. \u00a0At<br \/>\nthe end of her life, she had dementia, and it took almost everything<br \/>\nfrom her \u2013 knowledge of her loved ones, words, mobility, and the<br \/>\nrest. \u00a0All that was left of HER at the end of her life was one simple<br \/>\nmotion. \u00a0It was the careful, life-saving motion of surgical<br \/>\npreparation &#8211; washing her hands. \u00a0After she&rsquo;d lost even her own name,<br \/>\nshe kept on washing her hands.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I<br \/>\noften wonder what that piece of me would be \u2013 the one last<br \/>\nlingering aspect of myself that would go last. \u00a0Truthfully, I&rsquo;ve<br \/>\nnever figured it out, but it feels like an important question.<br \/>\nSimilarly, when I am spending time with a person earlier stages of<br \/>\ndementia, I pay attention to what stories come up time and time<br \/>\nagain. \u00a0My theory is that those stories are core identity stories,<br \/>\nthey are key to how the person understands themselves. \u00a0As such, I<br \/>\ntry to notice what stories I&rsquo;m telling repeatedly (hopefully to<br \/>\ndifferent people), and figure out why those are the stories I&rsquo;m<br \/>\ntelling.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Not<br \/>\nto give away all my secrets all at once, but I also pay attention to<br \/>\nthe phenomenon of repeated stories in groups \u2013 because I think<br \/>\nstories that more than one person tells are likely stories that<br \/>\nmatter. \u00a0Also, I find the nuances and differences extra interesting.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The<br \/>\nstories that we repeat are the stories that are important to us. \u00a0I<br \/>\nsuspect there are at least two aspects to why we repeat them: \u00a0first<br \/>\nbecause they are part of how we make sense of the world and secondly<br \/>\nbecause we&rsquo;re still trying to make sense of the stories. \u00a0Telling our<br \/>\nstories, and having others respond to to them, helps us figure them<br \/>\nout. \u00a0\n<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>A<br \/>\nfew years ago I came across a distinction between two types of<br \/>\nstories we tell. \u00a0Most of us, most of the time, tell what this theory<br \/>\ncalls \u201cego stories.\u201d \u00a0Ego stories make us look good, focus on<br \/>\nlife&rsquo;s high spots, portray us as having control in our own lives, are<br \/>\nwell practiced and linear, well told, and sometimes well spun. \u00a0These<br \/>\nare the stories of interviews, of parties with people we don&rsquo;t know,<br \/>\nof invulnerability and image crafting.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The<br \/>\nother option, according to this theory, is \u201csoul stories.\u201d \u00a0Soul<br \/>\nstories are the stories underneath ego stories, ones that tell about<br \/>\nboth shadow and light, suffering as well as gladness. \u00a0They have a<br \/>\nlot of twists and turns, including telling about when our plans were<br \/>\nundone by life. \u00a0Telling soul stories allows us to integrate the<br \/>\nfragments with the whole, in part because they are unafraid of<br \/>\nchange, fear, loss, failure, shame, mystery, passion, or ecstasy.<br \/>\nThey are often told in poetry, music, or art. \u00a0They are the stories<br \/>\nwe hold onto in the hardest of times, and the ones most important for<br \/>\nour loved ones to know. \u00a0Soul stories are likely to be the ones we<br \/>\nare revisiting at 3 AM, or when we have dementia, or when we die.<a href=\"#sdfootnote1sym\"><sup>1<\/sup><\/a><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The<br \/>\ntruth is that in most settings, soul stories are hard to tell. \u00a0They<br \/>\nmake us vulnerable, and they tell about things we are afraid of or<br \/>\nashamed of. \u00a0Yet, when we don&rsquo;t tell them, they get told through<br \/>\nus without our awareness.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>All<br \/>\nof this thinking about stories started for me with the language of<br \/>\nJob and the desire in that passage to immortalize Job&rsquo;s story. \u00a0For a<br \/>\nlittle context, we are hearing Job himself speak in this passage and,<br \/>\n\u201cSince Job has parodied and rejected the language of prayer (vv<br \/>\n21-22) and realized that his outcry brings no response or justice (v.<br \/>\n7) there appears to be no way for him to bring his words before<br \/>\nGod.\u201d<a href=\"#sdfootnote2sym\"><sup>2<\/sup><\/a><br \/>\nIn part, Job worries about how his story will live past his death.<br \/>\nThat&rsquo;s what this is about \u2013 preserving his words as a testimony to<br \/>\nthe injustice of his life. \u00a0\u201cIt appears that Job describes three<br \/>\nmaterials on which his words might be recorded \u2013 scroll, lead<br \/>\ntablet, engraved rock \u2013 each more enduring than the last.\u201d<a href=\"#sdfootnote3sym\"><sup>3<\/sup><\/a><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>The<br \/>\nphrase translated \u201cFor I know my Redeemer lives\u201d refers to a<br \/>\n\u201ckinsman redeemer\u201d, that is \u201cIt designates the nearest male<br \/>\nrelative, who was responsible for protecting a person&rsquo;s interest when<br \/>\nthat individual was unable to do so. \u00a0The [kinsman redeemer] would<br \/>\nbuy back family property sold in distress, recover what has been<br \/>\nstolen, redeem a kinsman sold into slavery, or avenge a murdered<br \/>\nkinsman blood. \u00a0The [kinsman redeemer] is the embodiment of family<br \/>\nsolidarity.\u201d<a href=\"#sdfootnote4sym\"><sup>4<\/sup><\/a><br \/>\n Now, just to be clear, this means that what Job was actually saying<br \/>\nwas \u201cI have a family member who will avenge me, and even after I<br \/>\ndie, he will be working for justice on my behalf.\u201d \u00a0And, further,<br \/>\nthe assumption is that the kinsman redeemer will be working towards<br \/>\njustice for Job against Job&rsquo;s opponent: God. \u00a0Which is to say that<br \/>\nthis passage means exactly the opposite of what I thought it did when<br \/>\nI first read it. \u00a0It is NOT the same gist as the Psalm from a<br \/>\ndifferent angle. \u00a0This is a passage really angry with God. \u00a0(The fact<br \/>\nthat I missed this means I wasn&rsquo;t really thinking about this being<br \/>\nthe book of Job when I read the passage, definitely a poor choice.)<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>In<br \/>\nterms of understanding the passage, there is one more important<br \/>\npiece. \u00a0The very end is distinct from what comes before it. \u00a0The<br \/>\ncommentator in the New Interpreter&rsquo;s Bible suggests it makes the most<br \/>\nsense to read it this way, \u201c&#8217;I know that my defender lives, and<br \/>\nthat at the \u00a0last he will arise upon the earth \u2013 after my skin has<br \/>\nbeen stripped off! \u00a0But I would \u00a0see God form my flesh, whom I would<br \/>\nsee for myself; my eyes would see, and not a stranger.\u201d \u00a0That is,<br \/>\nJob returns to his constant refrain in the book: \u00a0that he wants to be<br \/>\nheard by God, that he wants justice from God, and that he wants a<br \/>\nREPLY from God. \u00a0Even having his kinsman-redeemer fix things after<br \/>\nhis death, or having his story be immortalized isn&rsquo;t enough. \u00a0He<br \/>\nwants to take up this issue with God directly. \u00a0\n<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>In<br \/>\nfunction, the book of Job is one long soul story, interspersed with<br \/>\nsome ego story assurances from Job&rsquo;s friends. \u00a0Even God&rsquo;s answers<br \/>\ntake the form of a soul story. \u00a0The yearning that Job has to have his<br \/>\nstory heard fits with the description that they are the stories we<br \/>\nwant the people we love most to know \u2013 and I think in this case<br \/>\nthat includes God.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I&rsquo;ve<br \/>\nalways assumed that God knows my stories, in fact thats one of the<br \/>\nassurances of life \u2013 that even if I forget my own stories, they are<br \/>\nstill alive within the Divine. \u00a0But that means I don&rsquo;t tend to tell<br \/>\nGod my stories as often, even though the telling of stories to God is<br \/>\ninherently good. \u00a0And, the book of Job is the great reminder in the<br \/>\nBible that God is big enough to handle our anger, and it is OK to<br \/>\nRAIL against God. \u00a0God doesn&rsquo;t punish us for expressing our anger,<br \/>\nand God knows the injustices we&rsquo;ve experienced, and yet we are<br \/>\nwelcome to keep on telling them to God as long as they need to be<br \/>\ntold. \u00a0Because God, of course, can handle our vulnerable soul stories<br \/>\nwith shadows and light, and doesn&rsquo;t need or expect things cleaned up<br \/>\ninto ego stories. \u00a0This is sometimes one of the weaknesses of formal<br \/>\nworship. \u00a0When we have hymns, anthems, and prayers in poetic and<br \/>\nformal language it can lead us to thinking that God requires us to be<br \/>\nable to express the inexpressible. \u00a0When in fact, God can handle any<br \/>\ncommunication, including \u201csighs too deep for words.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Have<br \/>\nyou tried telling God your stories, instead of just going over them<br \/>\nagain and again in your head? \u00a0Sometimes it can really help. \u00a0For me,<br \/>\nit is most helpful when I WRITE to God (longhand!). \u00a0I keep a prayer<br \/>\njournal and I find that all the things swirling in my head and<br \/>\nsmashing into each other can be extricated one by one, examined, and<br \/>\na bit of order can sometimes be found among them. \u00a0Or, at the very<br \/>\nleast, I can find out what things are in conflict within me. \u00a0What<br \/>\nseems massive within, when written to God, becomes less heavy and<br \/>\nmore manageable. \u00a0I also notice, as I write, what themes I go back<br \/>\nto. \u00a0Which is helpful because it helps me to have a better idea what<br \/>\nmy version of handwashing might be. \u00a0\n<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I<br \/>\nthought, before I did my research, that I&rsquo;d be ending this sermon<br \/>\ntalking about the stories we have to tell of God&rsquo;s goodness. \u00a0Our<br \/>\nversions of \u201cI know my redeemer lives\u201d before it became clear<br \/>\nthat was NOT God after all. \u00a0(Oye). \u00a0I do actually think those are<br \/>\nimportant stories, imperative ones even. \u00a0None of us are here without<br \/>\na good reason. \u00a0That&rsquo;s just not how life works. \u00a0But do others in<br \/>\nyour church family know the core stories of your personal faith<br \/>\njourney? \u00a0Do they know why you trust in God, or what you are<br \/>\nstruggling with in trying to trust God, or why you keep showing up at<br \/>\nall? \u00a0Are these some of the stories you keep on telling? \u00a0(Why or why<br \/>\nnot?) \u00a0Those might be interesting stories to start telling \u2013 even<br \/>\nif they are soul stories and more than a little vulnerable. \u00a0So here<br \/>\nis your homework this week. \u00a0(Homework!?!) \u00a0Tell one member of this<br \/>\ncommunity one of your personal faith stories \u2013 why you are<br \/>\ncommitted to being a part of this Jesus-movement. \u00a0Together, these<br \/>\nare the stories we have to tell, and tell, and tell. \u00a0Amen\n<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"#sdfootnote1anc\">1<\/a>\u00a0 Parker<br \/>\n\tPalmer and Marcy Jackson, \u201cEgo Stories &amp; Soul Stories\u201d \u00a9<br \/>\n\t2012 found at<br \/>\n\t<a href=\"https:\/\/www.clearpathcounsel.com\/files\/4313\/3029\/8683\/Ego_Stories__Soul_Stories.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">https:\/\/www.clearpathcounsel.com\/files\/4313\/3029\/8683\/Ego_Stories__Soul_Stories.pdf<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"#sdfootnote2anc\">2<\/a>\u00a0 Carol<br \/>\n\tNewsom, \u201cThe Book of Job\u201d in <i>The New Interpreter&rsquo;s Bible<br \/>\n\tVolume IV<\/i> ed. Leander E. Keck et al (Nashville: Abingdon Perss,<br \/>\n\t1996) \u00a0477-8.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"#sdfootnote3anc\">3<\/a><br \/>\n\t \u00a0Newsom, \u00a0478.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"#sdfootnote4anc\">4\u00a0 <\/a>Newsom,<br \/>\n\t478.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Several years ago I had the honor of celebrating the life of a woman who had spent her life as &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/2019\/11\/10\/the-stories-we-have-to-tell-and-tell-and-tell\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">\u201cThe Stories We Have to Tell (and tell, and tell)\u201d based on\tPsalm 145:1-5, 17-21 and Job 19:23-27a<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[34,38,28,39,33,103,64,102],"class_list":["post-923","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sermons","tag-fumc-schenectady","tag-progressive-christianity","tag-rev-sara-e-baron","tag-thinking-church","tag-umc","tag-handwashing","tag-sorry-about-the-umc-world","tag-stories-we-repeat"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=923"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1124,"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/923\/revisions\/1124"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=923"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=923"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fumcschenectady.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=923"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}