*May I share a class assignment with you? "No?"... click exit now. "Yes?" Here you go.... Just for your information and so I don't get in trouble with the footnote police; in my essay IR stands for the book written by Samuel
Wells, ed., Christian Ethics: An
Introductory Reader (United
Kingdom: Wiley-Blackwell, 2010 and ICE stands for the book written by Samuel
Wells and Ben Quash, Introducing
Christian Ethics (United
Kingdom: Wiley-Blackwell, 2010. Probably the footnote police won't be reading my blog so I'm really including it in case you wanted to catch up on your Christian Ethics reading!
**I am happy to report that I have completed ALL assignments due before I leave for seminary. Whoo hoo, Strawberry doing the happy dance!!!! I am unhappy to report that the pants I'm wearing today are fitting a bit snug. Need to do a more intense happy dance to dance off some pounds!
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The older woman was slowly walking over
to where my grandmother and I were sitting.
We were at the mall watching the children go round and round on the
carousel and I assumed the woman wanted to sit and watch too. Instead she came over to my grandmother and
took her aged hand in hers and smiled.
In my broken Spanish I pointed to my grandmother and said “abuelita;” an
endearing word for grandmother and then added “noventa y nueve.” My grandmother was almost 100 years old! A sparkle gleamed in both ladies’ eyes. The stranger “ooh”-ed and gently placed her
hands on my grandmother’s face and touched her eyes and cheeks. This was not an isolated event; many people in
my south Texas
town would come up to my grandmother and touch her. In Mexico as in other cultures, the
elderly are revered. Their wisdom and
experience are celebrated. It seems to
me in my own culture, the elderly are looked upon as a nuisance and in some
cases, a menace to society. I do not
think we intentionally mean to dishonor them, but we live in a fast paced world
and let’s face it, the average octogenarian (and older) is just plain slow (and
deservingly so!).
In his
speech to the Friends of the Elderly, Rowan Williams questions our definition
of the elderly. Do we define a person
simply based on whether they are “prime consumers or producers?” (IR, 152) If so, Williams’ says “ageing is bound to be
extra bleak.” He goes on to say how we
perceive age is a spiritual question. Human
life is a story. Alasdair MacIntyre
would agree. He states “humans…are
already structured as a narrative. Human
beings are essentially storytelling animals.
And these stories are inextricably interwoven with one another” (ICE,
197). Based on Williams’ speech, I
believe the value/virtue (axiology) is the dignity we give to hearing the story of the elderly. A life story (our narrative) is
valuable.
In Matthew
22, Jesus gives us the Great Commandment.
How would a world look if we truly “loved our neighbor as
ourselves?” Each of our stories would be
embraced as if it were our own. While
talking with grieving families making funeral arrangements, my husband is
privileged to hear the deceased’s life story.
He recently remarked how wonderful it would be if every one of these
families had gotten together to share these remembrances with their loved ones before
they died. Some families were
grieving the loss of their loved one’s story.
They had not talked to each other in ages and some of the stories had
been long forgotten. My husband
witnessed the pain in the family member’s eye because of this separation. Some family members were really close to the
deceased and their stories rolled off the tip of their tongues because they had
all shared them time and time again. The
value in sharing these stories while an aged person is still alive honors that
person and lets them know their story will live on long after their mortal body
does not.
What can
the church do? Williams reports that
growing old and isolation are synonymous.
This should not be! Many churches
provide intergenerational opportunities throughout the year. One such event stands out in my mind at our
church. One potluck dinner, we set up 12
tables. Each table was assigned a month
and supplied with “get acquainted” questions.
Each member (young and old) were asked to sit at the table with their
birth month. At first some children (and
some adults) were leery about this set up, but they complied and by the end of
the evening the laughter and chatter and new friendships made is one I will
never forget. Each young and old person
validated each other by telling and listening to each one's story. Consequently we all became one story; love
each other as you love yourself in action.
Other churches have their youth and children “interview” the older
adults and memorialize it by editing it in a video for the church’s
history. Williams also mentions this
type of project in his speech. He states
“it affirms the value of older people’s memories; it allows them a chance to do
some of that work we have already been thinking about, of ordering and
reflecting on a life history” (IR, 153).
With the
growing number of dementia patients, these remembrances or narratives or
stories are the elderly person’s life line.
They have forgotten their story.
In my Grandmother’s case, we would remind her of one of her stories and
she would laugh and say “Did I do that?”
She was a remarkable woman and lived a memorable life. We honored her by telling “her” story to her
as often as we could.
Williams challenges us by asking
“can we respect and love those who may seem to have no clear picture of
themselves or others at all?” As a
society “are we truly committed to giving place and respect to those who can
return nothing (as it seems)?” (IR, 153).
I believe Stanley Hauerwas answers that question in his statement
regarding children with disabilities “[t]he suffering and death of Christ
demonstrate that God is not removed from the story of people…indeed, God’s face
is their face” (ICE, 174). When we value
someone’s story, we are looking into the face of God.
