Joshua 24:1-3a, 14-25 â€“ The 21st Sunday of Ordinary Time â€“ for November 6, 2011
â€œâ€¦it is the Lord our God who brought us and our ancestors up from the land of Egypt, out of the house of slaveryâ€¦.â€ (Joshua 24:17)
I remove the phone from its cradle and press numbers on the keypad.
Tap-tap-tap . . . quite often Iâ€™ll stop before the seventh digit. I pause. I pray (sometimes silent, sometimes a few muttered words) for the one Iâ€™m about to talk with even though Iâ€™ve never met them. What will I say to this personâ€”a spouse, parent, child, friendâ€”who has experienced the death of a loved one?
Like so many places within the Bible, Iâ€™ll repeat again and again the same story. For example, the tale of trusting God and casting off the bonds of slavery is told and retold ad nauseam in scripture. No, thatâ€™s not a fair description; exodus is repeated with abundance and fidelity for it is a central story in the human and Holy relationship. Few aspects of what it means to trust God, to choose a hopeful future over a hurtful past, are demonstrated as well as retelling the escape from the Egyptians and the journey through the wilderness. Joshua 24:17 declares, â€œâ€¦it is the Lord our God who brought us and our ancestors up from the land of Egypt, out of the house of slaveryâ€¦.â€ Psalm 78:4 emphasizes, â€œâ€¦we will tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the Lordâ€¦â€ These readings appear as two of the four scripture lessons on the 21st Sunday of Ordinary Time. Indeed, they seem â€œordinaryâ€ since exodus is the oft-told memory and promise in two hundredâ€”or two thousandâ€”other Biblical accounts.
Since last August my volunteer work at a Fresno-area hospice has focused on bereavement calls. I am a small voice in the team of professionals and volunteers supporting a family before, at, and following a loved oneâ€™s death. Bereavement begins when a client/patient has died. A first contact is made weeks after the last breath. A final call comes prior to the first anniversary of the death. A series of regular mailingsâ€”with reassuring comments and suggestions for self-careâ€”conclude in the month after the anniversary.
Quite often I donâ€™t talk to the client.
The phone is disconnected. After all, death frequently sets in motion radical changes for an individual or family.
No one answers the phone. Since calls are made during â€œwork hours,â€ the person is away at job, school or errands . . . and Iâ€™ll leave a message.
Many people these days either have no answering machine (tired of all those computer-generated requests for money) or never answer because they screen calls. Occasionally I suspect the person Iâ€™m seeking chooses not to answer. Itâ€™s too painful, too unsettling, and so my voice echoes in a kitchen or bedroom while another listens, unable to leave the sound of my voice.
I call and hear a cheerful recorded greeting made by a grandchild for their grandparents. One of those grandparents is now dead. I call and the voice of a young mother or father invites me to leave a message and I know she or he is no longer alive.
I call and the person answers. She gushes about how helpful hospice was during that most awful time. I call and a man mumbles only a few responses because he canâ€™t talk about the worst wound in his life. I call and sheâ€™s so glad her father is no longer suffering. I call and he admits heâ€™s lost twenty pounds and doesnâ€™t know if he can make it to the next day or week.
Recently I called a client. Her siblingâ€™s deathâ€”eleven months beforeâ€”had been tough, but the chaplains, social workers and nurses all reported she had accepted the death and â€œgrieved appropriately.â€ The moment she heard I was calling from hospice, she wailed. Though headed to a mortuary for her spouseâ€™s â€œviewing,â€ she decided to answer the phone. Her spouse had died only days before. Suffering and death buffeted her life like winter storms without end.
Tap-tap-tap . . . I know if I leave a message, Iâ€™ll say nearly the same thing to each person: We are thinking about you; Hospice is here if you need any help; We know this is a difficult time. Iâ€™ll repeat those sentences five or ten or twenty times in an afternoon of calling.
Tap-tap-tap . . . I know if someone answers, Iâ€™ll say nearly the same thing to each one: Is this a good time to talk?; We want to check on how you are doing; Are you receiving our mailings?
And yet itâ€™s never the same. In an awkward, unsatisfactory way, I record a message that is a prayer, knowing a person will soon push â€œplayâ€ and listen to my words. When I converse with anotherâ€”maybe theyâ€™re across town or across the countryâ€”Iâ€™ll share the basics about our support, alert to their silence or hurt or memories or loneliness.
Exodus is repeated over and over and over, Old Testament and New. In the Torah. By the prophets. Through the Psalms. It is tucked inside parables about prodigal sons and accompanies a woman on her hands and knees searching for a tenth silver coin. Healings declare it. Miracles symbolize it. Visions long for it.
God listens to cries of misery. God delivers people to freedom. God will always be with them. With us. With me. With you.
Tap-tap-tap . . . we are thinking about you; we care about you; you are not alone.