Sometimes events stir up memories. Disparate strands become tangled. Thoughts converge. Then sweet reflection, followed by a blessed “Aha!” moment.
I recently finished the book “When Bad Things Happen to Good People” by Harold Kushner. It’s not a new book (published in 1981), but I had never picked it up before. And I probably wouldn’t have read it if it weren’t for the fact that my church selected it as our Lenten study. That’s Strand 1
As I read Kushner’s book and thought about some bad things that have happened to good people in my life, I couldn’t help but think of my friend and colleague Robin Johnston who died from breast cancer three years ago. Strand 2.
Robin was a devout Christian and nudged me in that direction. She died on Palm Sunday. This year the anniversary of her death was Maundy Thursday, which commemorates the Last Supper and Jesus’ commandment to his disciples to love one another and to remember his sacrifice. Strand 3.
Piecing those strands together, I knew it was time to revisit Robin’s death—armed with new ideas from Kushner and my journey as a “revert” Christian. (I learned from a USA Today article last week that when you return to the religion of your childhood, you are a “revert.”)
I thought about Robin’s funeral and being asked at the last minute by her family to speak. Feeling unprepared, inadequate. If I only had the wisdom of Kushner’s book, I could have made so much more sense of Robin’s untimely death. Well, perhaps not, since Kushner plainly says there are no easy answers to why bad things happen to good people.
Shortly after she died, I wrote a tribute about her in NAFCU’s magazine. I thought that was my good-bye. But I felt her presence tug at me from time to time, and I wondered if she somehow was aware of the changes in my life. Even before her death, the transformation was occurring. A mission trip to Alaska, then Brazil. My Emmaus walk. Serving on AUMC’s Missions Committee. Helping the homeless. I think she would have been proud.
I can now see that she was a model for how to live your life with God front-and-center. Lucky for me, others came along to pick up where she left off, representatives of a life that was there for me all along if I would just believe and accept. Easier said than done for a “stiff-necked” guy like me.
In his book, Rabbi Kushner cautions against making the dead the “devil’s martyrs.” By that he means not letting our hurt over someone’s death turn us away from God. Drawing on the work of German theologian Dorothee Soelle, he suggests that the “one crucial thing we can do for them after their death is to let them be witnesses for God and life, rather than, by our despair and loss of faith, making them ‘the devil’s martyrs.’ The dead depend on us for their redemption and their immortality.”
As I read those words, a light bulb went on inside my head. Robin’s death had been a great loss, but it made me all the more determined to continue on my spiritual journey. I like to think that little shove she gave me was heaven-sent. Thinking about all of this on Easter Sunday made me realize, “Wow, that’s powerful stuff. Only God could do that. Mission accomplished, Robin.”