Returning after a couple of years of neglect

Confession: I have neglected this website for about two years.

I’m back at it for a few reasons. One is that I’m now close enough to the age of retirement (I’m 64) that I think I need a public forum that will help me find meaning in this process. Two is that I keep finding that people ask men and women of my age for their wisdom. Having little of that, I nonetheless find that writing helps me articulate some of my perceptions about life. An almost old man needs a place and time to try to make sense of life.

So let me jump right in with what’s on my mind today: simplicity happens after a long period of complexity. For example, at my age I’m still juggling counseling schedules, teaching assignments, public speaking engagements, writing projects, music practice and performances, social life, exercise, married life, grandchildren, extended family, professional trips to conferences and meetings, personal vacation trips. My life is seriously complicated. It has been for a long time.

Strangely, though, it feels relatively simple. I get up early each morning and go for a 4 to 5 mile walk and run. Then I work 3 to 4 hours in the morning, take 1 to 2 hours for a lunch break, work 2-3 hours in the afternoon. Go for a bike ride, watch the news, talk with Susan, read or watch some of our favorite TV shows or a movie, check my email and look at Facebook one last time, and read until I start dropping the magazine. It’s really a pretty simple day. It’s almost as good as a vacation trip, except that I’m dealing with people who need serious help.

What’s the difference between simplicity and complexity? It might be routine. When my day is disciplined and predictable, I think I’m living a simple life.

That said, I must add the one bit of wisdom my patients have taught me: simplicity without adventure is not meaningful enough. So maybe simplicity needs complexity so that complex problems can surprise us with some regularity and keep simply living from becoming boring.

Perhaps this blog will help me stay alive and happy as I try to hang onto the simple pleasure of sharing.

Excuse my Mental Health Problems – Lecture to Tenn. Assoc. of Pastoral Therapists

“Excuse my Mental Health Problems.” Why Labeling Mental Illnesses Creates Victimhood, Irresponsible Excuses, and Ineffective Help.

August 2, 2013 Lecture to the Tennessee Association of Pastoral Therapists

Dr. Ron McDonald, President of TAPT, Pastoral Counselor in Memphis, TN

A few years ago a patient asked me and a psychiatrist to evaluate him for disability. We couldn’t quite see the sense in a disabling psychiatric diagnosis, so we wrote a letter that was honest and probably wouldn’t help him with the Social Security Administration. As he was waiting for one last brief conversation with the psychiatrist, I said to him, “You’ve been seeing many doctors and getting very little support for disability. Why do you think you will get ‘disability’?” He immediately replied, “Because I’ve been working so hard for it!”

Another patient who had been denied disability and had not appealed told me that she always preferred to work anyway and had reluctantly applied for disability at the advice of a couple of doctors. She had a minimum wage job at the time, which she would lose soon just like she had every other job she’d had during her life. From time to time she had clear and disturbing symptoms of Bi-polar Disorder, Multiple Personality Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Paranoid Personality Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Major Depression, Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Even when she presented herself as “normal” she looked sick, for she smoked heavily and for years had abused drugs and alcohol. Her background was about as abusive and unstable as any I knew of. It was disturbing to me that she had been denied Disability. She was clearly mentally ill.

Tonight I want to walk a line between recognizing the reality of mental illness and the temptation to give away psychiatric diagnoses like candy to be used as an excuse for difficulties. Some diagnoses are liberating because they finally explain what’s wrong; some imprison people in a pseudo-justification for what should be manageable difficulties. What I will speak about is part of the nature vs. nurture debate. I will be more critical of “nature” because I believe we have turned so far towards a scientific explanation that we’ve weakened freedom and personal responsibility.

Recently I was asked to meet a group of teenage bicyclists at the city hospital in Memphis who were visiting one of their group who had been hit by a car that caused a massive pile-up. The group and I arrived at about the same time and I was immediately informed that they had just been told that the hospitalized girl had been pronounced dead. We went to the room and crowded around their friend. The mother of the dead child spoke courageously of her interpretation of the meaning of the death. She said, “This was all part of God’s mysterious plan, something we must accept. God called for her, and she is in a better place. Go about your lives with the faith that you must go on praising God for this mystery.”

I didn’t agree with her, but I didn’t interrupt. I wondered if some of the teenagers might think what I’ve heard many people say to such reasoning: if that’s the will of God, I’ll do without God. Later, on the way home, I searched for words that make more sense to me and realized that I believe the gift of life includes freedom, and freedom is always accompanied by risk (like the freedom to ride a bicycle on a dangerous road). For me life would be dull without risk. I prefer to live with the threat of tragedy than give away my freedom to ride my bicycle. The adventure is worth the risk, for adventure is inherent in love.

Theologian Dorothee Soelle criticizes our attempts to explain suffering by siding with a God that seems mysteriously connected to torture. She says that the better way is to side with the victim, in this case with the suffering friends and family (which is what I believe the mother was doing in her demeanor, maybe not her words). Siding with a powerful, vindictive or mysterious God who causes bike wrecks at its best encourages humility (which is what John Calvin wanted to elicit), at its worst causes apathy, which is the opposite of love. The alternative, joining with those who suffer, the victims of tragedy, must include the natural protest – No! – that raises the question that sends us inward to a basic question about life: Is love worth this pain?

Hold that question in your hearts until the end of this presentation, please. For, first, I want to challenge our profession, for we have strayed professionally just as that suffering mother had been led astray from those who need help answering questions of suffering. Despite our noble motivation, we have presented a wrong answer to this fundamental question.

Victim Psychology

About twenty years ago Charles Sykes wrote a book entitled A Nation of Victims: The Decay of American Character in which is he suggested that we have created an entitlement culture, and our therapeutic culture was partly responsible for this. We bought into the idea that “we’re not bad, we’re sick.” It became a substitute religion, with sensitivity the mark of civil society not dialog or argumentation.

Sensitivity, Sykes argues, morphs into a “rolling standard” that deems many as fragile, frail, with low self-esteem, or we might say, victims. We become hyper-sensitive, and this leads to brow-beating, intolerance, guilt, a sense of powerlessness, and the final nail in the coffin, disability. It’s no longer a dialectic of ideas and insights, it is, instead, a shift to feelings that are rooted in emotional sensitivity and accusations of guilt for those who are argumentative, who are not comfortable with medical and social complexes that they feel are a flight from responsibility. Mental illness is trivialized, and instead of civil dialog there are therapies, litigation, and victim groups.

Sykes suggested that the moral compass we need to return to is Martin Luther King’s “content of character.” Similarly, Matthias Beier, an AAPC Diplomate at Christian Theological Seminary, suggests that the supervisor’s and therapist’s main role is to lift up King’s idea of the “somebody-ness” of the supervisee or patient. King would shout, “You are somebody!”

Sykes ideas have contaminated my thinking on the prevailing diagnoses of the day for 20 years. I first noticed it when ADHD was invented – excuse me – discovered. ADHD sounded good at first, for we’ve all run across hyperactive, distracted kids who gave us fits, but it became a diagnosis for so many so fast that I couldn’t help but question its validity for many children. Not only did it appear to be a proposed solution to parents’ and teachers’ difficulties, it also gave rise to Ritalin as a very popular drug. Obviously, many were making money off the diagnosis.

Personally it challenged part of my own self-esteem. When I was in the third grade my parents took me to an audiologist to see if I had hearing problems. They were told that I didn’t. I just wasn’t listening. At the same time, I was a highly active boy: skinny, barefooted as much as possible, always wanting to go outside and play. You recognize this, don’t you? I was obviously ADHD. But partly because my parents demanded with some force that I listen, and partly because they let me go outside a lot, by the fourth grade my grades rose, and by the fifth grade I had become a very good athlete. By the 11th grade I was, when I wanted to be, an honor roll student who was interested in nearly everything, and I also had discovered that I could out-run most people. I actually became proud of my curiosity and convinced that I had the gift of endurance. What today might have been labeled my disability – flitting around from interest to interest and always moving my body (ADHD) – had become a source of my self-esteem.

I’m ADHD and proud of it. I AM somebody! Isn’t that special?

Along came Bi-polar Disorder. Hey, I’ve got ups and downs. Don’t you? Maybe we’re all disabled. Think we could get a handicapped parking sticker?

This is what Sykes did to me! It’s his fault.

No, this is what we’re doing to our society. We are part of the trivialization of mental illness. As I see it even using the terms “mental illness” or “mental health professional” is part of this trivialization. What we want is simple: find the right diagnosis, follow standard treatment plans, get the right medicine, and do okay until the next fad diagnosis comes along. In the meantime, the mental health professionals who keep up with “advances” in the profession can expect to make a good living. We’re creating our own market.

Some of the Evolution of Pastoral Counseling

Pastoral counseling used to use language that sought to describe inward processes, not just a psychiatric diagnosis. We didn’t talk so much about pathology or mental illness. We used words and images like splitting, the undiscovered self, seeking a new way of being, individuation. There was an assumption that we had to develop a relationship with patients[*] that would help us understand as a co-pilgrim with our patients. From this relationship vantage point, we garner insight, join in the suffering, and craft that new way of being: consciousness of self, soulfulness, or what Rollo May described as “intentionality” – movement towards what is obvious (intent) coupled with the acceptance of implicit, unconscious meaning.

In the 1990s along came Managed Care, which changed the foundation of pastoral counseling. Instead of insight-oriented counseling that was paid out-of-pocket by willing patients (because they believed in its value), the marketplace shifted towards symptom-relief, a results-orientation, medicines, and insurance. That automatically led to a management of competition, called quality controls, but it was really about insurance companies’ control of payments. The entry point was licensure.

About 10 years ago AAPC certification chairs began to advise aspiring pastoral counselors to seek licensure first, AAPC certification second, if at all. It was good advice for those who need first to earn a living. You just aren’t going to get insurance payments with only AAPC certification. Here in Tennessee we were forward-thinking enough to create Licensed Clinical Pastoral Therapist based on Fellow level certification, but it remains the least influential mental health license in the field. AAPC certification is little in demand anymore. And AAPC has shrunk in numbers significantly since our height in the 1980s.

Many would say that this is nothing to be alarmed about, for it’s simply a shift in the way people with emotional and relationship problems are getting help. Furthermore, they would argue, therapists are better trained than they once were, for research has made therapy more efficient. Standards of practice are clearer and higher. The science is better.

They might be right. Yet I worry that patients are treated more like customers who are understood to be seeking relief. That relief is to be found in a clinical or psychiatric explanation for their problems: “You have Generalized Anxiety Disorder”…Major Depression…Borderline Personality Disorder…or “a chemical imbalance.” What a relief to know that “It ain’t my fault!”

There a story or myth that a wealthy, successful businessman went to see the great Carl Jung for analysis. To the question “why here” the businessman replied, “I’m doing great; I just want to be analyzed by the great Carl Jung.” To his disappointment Jung dismissed him, saying that he could not help him. A few years later the man returned to Jung and confessed, “My life is miserable; nothing’s working; everything has fallen apart.” Jung replied, “Good! Now maybe we can get somewhere.”

Pastoral counseling at its best meets patients at their point of pain, the point where the immerging self, the wounded soul, shows its ugly face and pleads for recognition and grace. We offer a new way of being, and our helpfulness depends on the wisdom we have gleaned from relationships with other patients, from our personal therapy, from our supervisors and consultants – from suffering itself. Wisdom is found in making sense of suffering, not just eliminating it with a diagnosis, instructions, and medicines (which is an illusion anyway). Suffering helps us get somewhere.

I have long found that thoughtful people prefer this way of thinking. They are relieved to hear a therapist suggest that the way is difficult and the result will include wisdom. Furthermore, most people, educated and uneducated, are actually thoughtful people looking for something that makes sense. Wisdom is worth aspiring to, and to hear someone remind you that wisdom is inherent in life’s difficulties makes difficulties less difficult.

Why then would we minimize this deeply meaningful orientation towards therapy in favor of standardized mental health? I think we’ve done it because even as we yearn for wisdom, our shadows tempt us with laziness. It is easier to make a living by specializing in ADHD or Bi-polar treatments. I also think we’ve struggled to know how to articulate an alternative that makes immediate sense. Our failure to create a clear, well-articulated understanding of pastoral counseling and pastoral diagnosis has left us weak and somewhat lost. We have struggled to find the courage to face suffering that must be answered from within. It is easier to explain away the suffering by identifying with the cause (nature or God) than to join the suffering victim of and look for answers within the context of what hurts.

Diagnosis

Diagnosis is an attempt to understand, so the clinician’s primary task is to join the suffering victim. Psychiatric and neurological diagnosis, though extremely helpful in many cases, has a shadow, too. It moves us so far away from insight or nurture to where science or nature rules. Wisdom is replaced by knowledge. Logic and research dominate; intuition and the yearnings of the heart diminish in importance.

Mental health diagnosis begins with a complaint: something is wrong. Underlying the complaint are normal descriptions of what life should be like. The classical summation of normal life is from Freud: “love and work,” or good relationships and meaningful work. But diagnosis in the mental health profession is hard focused on identifying and categorizing the particular pathology of a patient. The DSM is filled with descriptions of people who are dysfunctional, and one of those descriptions is about you! Three or four are about me. It’s really not about mental health, it’s about mental illness. Once again, it ain’t my fault. The underlying normality is obscured by the search for pathology.

At its best pastoral diagnosis offers four alternatives to the mental health diagnosis. First is that we try to speak in a more common sense and less judgmental language. For example, almost all diagnoses branch off of the big two: depression and anxiety. Depression in the mental health field is often called “clinical depression,” a euphemism for a psychiatric condition that needs cognitive therapy and/or medicine. Clinical depression is “treated.” For the pastoral counselor, though, depression begins with the definition of the word: to press down. The pastoral counselor asks not what is wrong, but what are you depressing? Is there something that needs to be released from the pressure you are exerting? Is your mood a result of not expressing something important? Let’s talk about what is depressed. Note that the phrase is not, “let’s talk about the mood, about the condition.” Instead, it’s “let’s look at what is being pressed down inside of you.”

Another example is about anxiety. A mental health diagnosis seeks to identify what kind of anxiety: generalized, social, paranoia, PTSD. A pastoral counselor begins with the assumption that anxiety is part of the human condition and has to do with, as Tillich suggested, meaninglessness, guilt, and death. Each of these existential struggles is at the root of much of our anxiety and panic, so concurrent with the need to help patients manage oppressive anxiety (deep breathing, repeating comforting phrases, walking, etc.) is an interest in helping the patient find “the courage to be” (Tillich), to live fully in spite of doubts, confusion, loneliness, imperfection, pain, and death. A pastoral counselor asks “What is rattling your cage?” or “Is this anxiety pointing towards some need for revelation, for change, towards an inner conflict, or at a relationship issue?”

In essence the pastoral counseling position is that depression and anxiety are to be befriended, not overcome or stopped. When we befriend an enemy, the enemy losses its oppositional power. Pathology is transformed into the paradox of life’s riddle: how come the very thing we fight the most turns into the source of our revelation or salvation? Christians call it the glory of the cross. Bowen or Friedman might have said that when loneliness turns towards differentiation, creative solitude and intimate connection begins.

The second alternative diagnostic orientation is that pastoral counseling begins with another definition of normality, something more akin to Maslow’s self-actualized person. Not just a normal person, an average person, but a person’s true self, highest calling, uniqueness. The foundation of the more actualized self is a soulfulness or somebody-ness that is continually transformative. It is what Jung meant by individuation, and it is where abnormality is not pathological. This is the call of the true self, the definition of one’s uniqueness.

The third is that pastoral diagnosis is invitational: it invites the patient to look for answers that speak to the heart, not just the head. These answers – maybe the word “responses” is more accurate – are found within. It invites the patient into a new, different inner room, much like Jesus’ invitation: “Come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest.”

And the fourth is the confrontation inherent in community life. Because communities are filled with love and conflict, they push us to stand up straight, to rise to our full height, to be willing to speak truth to power. Communities teach character. Thus, the pastoral counselor takes an interest in the community or system the person is part of. How does one make peace with the paradox of being a part of and apart from? Any good therapist has to be a systems thinker, but the pastoral counselor expands that into the realm of the Spirit: community life. “Tell me about your friends, your support system, your confidants, your relationship sanctuary?

Pastoral Diagnostic Presuppositions and Statements

Pastoral diagnosis presupposes values, not values that point to normalcy, but values that lift up individual uniqueness and meaningful participation in community life. Pastoral diagnosis is more artistic than scientific. Here are a number of examples. The value presupposition is numbered; the pastorally diagnostic statement is in quotations.

  1. Soul is found in everyday life, revealing itself in images, symbols, stories, and even symptoms of dysfunction.

 

“Sometimes our dreams, the stories we are immersed in, even the symptoms we complain about are pointing to needs and desires we have been unaware of. If we befriend these symptoms, in the long run we may find them helpful.”

  1. Meaning and purpose are essential in the good life, and these are directly related to what some describe as a call, others as vocation.

“Finding meaning in life has much to do with vocation, one’s sense of call. Meaninglessness might be best confronted by looking again at what you feel called to (or what you feel like God wants from you).”

  1. The mature, peaceful person must learn to embrace paradox and ambivalence. We all live with essential polarities.

“Maturity has something to do with embracing paradox and accepting ambivalence.”

  1. Humiliation (or shame) is paralyzing. Humility is liberating. Humility is the first stage of change.

“Seeking help has already shifted you from the humiliation of not being able to solve your own problems to the humility that will help you solve them.”

  1. Freedom to seek adventure and endure risk needs to be combined with mature judgment and the courage to accept tragedy. Belief in predestination needs to foster humility, not apathy towards tragedy (especially when it includes identification with human perpetrators of tragedy).

“We are free to seek adventure and endure risk. One of our fundamental questions is whether or not we have the courage to accept the risk that might cause tragedy. If we do, we can enjoy adventures (all adventures include risk) and love others. If we don’t, we need to just settle down and live alone.”

  1. Depression is a necessary part of our journey. It is the trip down under where soulfulness resides.

“Depression means to press down, to depress. Its opposite is expression. Talking will help.”

“Depression is like a dip in the road. Some of those depressions are deep and we get stuck in them. When we do, we need to dig around in the muck, for there is a treasure buried under the mud. And if we can find it and pull it out, we’ll have something very valuable for the remainder of our journey.”

  1. Anxiety is God’s way of awaking us from mere existence. It sounds at first like wind and thunder, but if we are able to settle down, there is a still small voice to be heard.

“Your anxiety may be too important to get rid of too quickly. Perhaps it’s trying to open you up to something new.”

“Anxiety is normal, but even when normal, it is troublesome. Normally it is about meaninglessness (is there any meaning in my life?), guilt (can I ever be good enough?), and death (what really happens when I die?). This kind of existential anxiety can only be accepted and overcome by the courage to be true to yourself.”

  1. When the journey of faith is arrested, which is a common religious trap, we are often disturbed by doubts. When faith is not arrested, doubts are part of a wonderful quest for a deeper spiritual life.

“Faith is a journey from an early interest in stories, to a group faith where faith is a box of beliefs, to a questioning faith that usually begins in the late teenage years, which is also threatening to a group faith (for we are questioning beliefs). If we question long enough, we find an owned faith where faith takes on a meaning more like openness or trust and can move to a universal faith where we are appreciative of other religions and belief systems. This, finally, leads back to the richness of a story faith.

“Usually a crisis of faith happens because it’s hard to climb the mountain of questioning when the old group faith is accusing us of abandoning the unquestioned faith of our youth. Yet if we continue climbing, a new way of being is ahead.”

  1. Prayer is found in all expressions of our deepest yearnings and compassion.

“Your words (tears, expressions) are clearly from your heart. I think they express your deepest prayer.”

  1. Humor, saltiness, earthiness are part of happiness.

“The truth will set you free; but first it will make you miserable.”

  1. Faith is more about openness than right belief. Grace flows through open doors.

“Your openness is setting you free.”

  1. People need people.

“You do not have to go through this alone.”

  1. There are two spirits or “seeds” within each of us – good and bad, creative and destructive. We must learn to manage the bad and provide fertile ground for the good.

“Sometimes, in spite of your better nature, you lose yourself and become destructive. Our task is to turn up the volume of your better nature and turn down the volume of the other.”

  1. Love is the answer.

“Even though loving someone is like opening an unhealable wound, for some mysterious reason, we want to love.”

Each day I think of another value statement and diagnostic expression, reminding me that pastoral diagnosis is a creative, spontaneous process. Pastoral diagnosis is the attempt to find words that point to the creative and confident inward spirit that empowers us to be at peace with ourselves and others.

Not a Normal Life

Pastoral counseling starts with spiritual ideals that are part of the foundation of a good life. Not a “normal” life – let’s leave that to mental health consumers and professionals. A “good” life, one filled with spirit, soulful, courageous, embracing of big-letter Life, beyond mere existence – maybe even abnormal.

Dorothee Soelle, in her book, The Silent Cry: Mysticism and Resistance, suggests that we all have what I call “mystic moments” – brief experiences of Wow! (the word for “God”) or Weird! (the word for “important”). It can be when we walk outside and notice dramatic weather, when we realize we are engaged in a particularly significant conversation, when we feel deep love for another, when we see a beautiful sight, when we feel compassion, when we find fascination, when we are touched by adventure, when we hurt. These mystic moments are strung together all day long, and if we stop to recognize them we would be one of those common mystics Soelle wrote about. It is this kind of mysticism that pastoral counseling needs to be looking for. We are all about naming the spirit, which is alive and well in all lives. It’s just unnamed and unnoticed in most of us.

If it is “normal” to be living lives void of the consciousness of these mystic moments, then we are called to abnormality. Only this kind of abnormality doesn’t cotton to a DSM diagnosis. It needs a pastoral assessment that understands the spiritual diagnosis.

A Pastoral Way of Being

I have been fortunate to serve for the last few years on AAPC Certification Committees. I’ve read papers, listened to and watched work samples, discussed ideas that shed light on what goes on in the clinical setting, and learned from the sometimes brilliant ideas of our candidates. I have become thoroughly convinced that the pastoral counseling movement cannot die, despite our dwindling numbers in AAPC and small numbers in organizations like TAPT. For we lift up the uniqueness of each human spirit and the life-giving nature of community life in a special way – one that points to the divine within and its intimate connection to the unconscious self. The integration of spirituality and clinical work is part and partial of our sense of invitation and challenge, which is at the heart of pastoral diagnosis. We are called to speak the language of the soul, to name the spirit when it emerges from the chaos and confusion of our troubled existence.

We must continue to teach new pastoral counselors, for there is an inherent blessing in this work that needs to be passed along. Training in pastoral counseling may not be as practical as it once was, i.e., it’s no longer a roadmap to making a living, but as we use our licenses to earn a living, we’ll still need to settle into the arms of pastoral wisdom that is available through the mentoring process inherent in AAPC certification. It will make you a much better therapist.

Finally, let us return to that question: Is love worth the pain?

Soelle says that one of the mystic moments is compassion. This feeling stands in stark contrast to feelings associated with beauty, fun, elation, fascination, or ecstasy. Compassion hurts.

When I was still in my 20s we had an 87 year old neighbor we called Louie. Our son, Jonah, was 2 years old and loved to follow Louie around when he was puttering in his yard. Louie acted like Jonah was an annoyance, but we could tell that he loved Jonah – like Mr. Wilson and Dennis the Menace.

One Sunday morning Louie’s best friend, an elderly woman neighbor, came visiting to tell us that Louie had died that night of a sudden heart attack. She had taken care of necessities for the time being, so, with a heavy heart, I went on to my Quaker Meeting to worship. As I sat in the circle of quietness, I felt a need to speak, so I carefully crafted a short, smart message about life and death. When I felt ready I said a prayer that I doubt God ever answers in the affirmative: “God, please help me to say this without crying.”

I spoke, “Our neighbor, Louie, whom we loved, died last night.” Suddenly, I was struck dumb by those tears God was supposed to help me avoid. I sobbed, and the whole room leaned towards me, quietly, leaving me plenty of room to weep. I felt their compassion, and I also knew that my smart message was not to be. Finally, I said only seven words that would haunt me in a revelatory way: “I’m glad I let myself love him.”

Where did that come from? I’d ask myself later. Why in the middle of all that anguish would I be happy I had loved Louie?

For now, though, I settled back into a deeper silence that can be so special about Quaker unprogramed worship. Soon a Friend said, “We turn out the light when the day approaches.” Silence, then another Friend spoke: “To love someone is to open an unhealable wound.”

Over thirty years later now I still am awed by that worshipful experience, and now I think I know where those seven spontaneous words of mine came from. The freedom to love, even when it opens an unhealable wound, is far too rewarding to trade for a life without freedom. Such a life might be free of pain – O, sweet illusion! – and free of love: “a tale told by an idiot. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” (Shakesspeare).

Love turns mere existence into Big Letter LIFE! And Life is what pastoral counseling is all about.

Don’t excuse my mental illness. I’d rather be myself, just as I am. We’ll figure it out together.


[*] I have returned to the word patient because it literally means “to endure pain,” which encompasses courage, self-reflection, and soulfulness.

Two Profound Quaker Ideas

 

Two Profound Quaker Ideas (first published in the Memphis Friends Newsletter)

I have long thought that a meaningful aspect of what could be called Quaker theology is the blurring of the boundary between the sacred and the profane. This means that we look at all subjects and objects as sacred. The rocks are just as sacred as people. It does not mean we treat rocks like people. It means that we care for rocks in rock-appropriate ways and people in people-appropriate ways. It means that when I throw a rock into the water, it is just as sacred of an act as sitting in Meeting for Worship.

It is a radical idea. It means that every meal is the “Holy Communion;” every time we touch a child it is a Baptism; every word from our mouths is as important as a prayer; a ditch digger is just as important as a priest. The list goes on, and all of the examples are about the equality and sacredness of all of life.

It is a radical way to live, treating all as sacred. It is what monks are supposed to be taught to do as they learn to “pray without ceasing.” We are to see God in everything, so that love of God means love of all God’s critters, large and small.

Recently I have learned another radical Quaker idea that has deeply affected me. Quakers focus first on the heart. Instead of analyzing behavior, the situation, the need, we are asked first, “What says your heart?”

What an amazing shift from powerlessness to power. Troubles almost always knock us down, and our natural inclination is to fight or flee. Quakers suggest another alternative: look inward first. Don’t focus more on the trouble—you’ve seen enough of it when it knocked you down. Look inward to be sure you know how “that of God within” is responding. Check your heart first.

Once you know your own heart, you eyes will see through the eyes of God, and you can focus outwardly with peace, courage, and insight.

Two Quaker ideas worth paying attention to: all of life is sacred, and look first at your own heart.

My Father is Dying

My Father is Dying

This is unexpected. Not the dying. I’ve been expecting it for months. He’s 86, in bad health—it’s time to die. And the decision has been his to stop treatments (with my mother’s blessing).

What’s unexpected is that I’m enjoying the sadness. I thought feeling “bad” would be bad, but it’s good. It’s hard for me to believe how deeply I’m touched by this experience. I’ve always loved life’s adventures, and this one is so deep, so touching, so profound, that I found myself saying to my wife, “I’m excited about this.”

I’ve been so fortunate to have had the parents I have. I had a wonderful childhood—wounding and all—and a period in my 20s when I was very critical of my parents, followed by reconciliation and breakthrough conversations that have made us so open, accepting, and supportive of one another that this new adventure has taken us to new depths. Every visit with Mother and Dad now is so poignant, so rich….so tiring. I love it, and I come home dead tired, for it’s so emotional. Raw honesty: maybe that’s another phrase that gets closer to capturing what’s happening.

I took them on our last trip together to the top of Petit Jean Mountain last weekend. On that mountaintop Dad told me of a dream he’d just had. He had a number of visitors come to wish him farewell, and at suppertime he invited them to eat in the institutional dining room where they live. Cold broccoli soup was served. It tasted bad, and Dad was mad. He awoke angrily then immediately said to himself—as if it were part of the dream—“It’s not about the broccoli soup; it’s about the people.”

It’s not about his declining body; it’s about the community surrounding him (and us). It’s not about dying; it’s about living. It’s not about the sadness; it’s about love.

I remember dad telling me about how he used to complain to my mother about her poor care of our things. One evening he came home during a rainstorm and saw the children’s toys sitting outside in the yard. He angrily complained to Mother about how irresponsible it was to leave those toys out to be damaged. She had had a hard day (three of us were under six years old with another on the way….it was a typical day), and her response was to cry. Dad said to me, “I realized that I was treating things like they were more important than my own family.”

Dying might be kind of like cold, tasteless, broccoli soup; but it’s really about living. Not mere existence—that would be life without death—but Life. Full Life, with a capital “L”. It’s not bad; it’s good.

Understanding Grace

UNDERSTANDING GRACE

Grace: a word that means everything from saying a prayer before a meal to a common woman’s name. Between those nouns is an idea Paul wrote about so poignantly in his biblical letters. What does this kind of grace mean?

I first began to think about grace when I studied Pauline theology in college, but I really encountered grace experientially as I tried to be an excellent runner. I found that the only way I could truly progress was to learn to run gracefully. Instead of pounding the pavement, I learned to run gently, touch the ground. Instead of churning my arms, I learned to relax and let them guide me along. Instead of pushing every stride, I learned to glide along the track.

In seminary I read and listened to Paul Tillich and began to think of grace as divine acceptance, an experience that transforms our lives when grace flows through the open door of faith. When we are touched by grace, we find a new level of self-acceptance, personal security, and an optimistic, hopeful view of the world.

Later I encountered Quakers who often left a peaceful pause between speakers in conversations or business sessions. It was a touch of grace that transformed relationships and dialog.

In the last ten years I’ve found gracefulness in dancing: how it’s connected to good posture, gentle firmness, clarity of suggestion. Graceful dancing is akin to graceful running. Recently I saw such grace in the movements of Memphis Symphony conductor Mei-Ann Chen as she drew out beautiful music with her arms, gestures, hands, and dance-like movements.

All through the years I’ve encountered many people who express a deep sense of meaning in their encounters with moments of grace. They describe them as experiences of feeling deeply touched, finding clarity, meaning, love. Sometimes I meet someone who seems to have more than moments of grace, but sustained grace. Listening to these grace-filled people is enchanting and inspiring.

Often I counsel a person who is shifting from brief encounters with grace to many of them. Last week I told someone, “I don’t believe we are about healing anymore. Now it’s about changing from single encounters of grace to living in such a way that the light of grace shines upon all you do all the time.”

After she left I thought, “Did I really say that?” Yes, I did, and I think it’s because I myself am beginning to understand that grace can truly change how we view life, how we wrestle with life’s difficulties, even who we see ourselves as. I think I’m beginning to understand grace.

Believe Memphis Grizzlies

Our Memphis Grizzlies are currently on a run in the NBA Playoffs that is a major surprise to most of the basketball world. These are the same Grizzlies who were maligned almost universally just two years ago; the same team that was rumored to be leaving for a better town (one that would support a perennially losing team). Then we won our first playoff game in San Antonio, sold out the home games, kept winning more than losing, making so much noise at games and in games that we became the darlings of Memphians and maybe even the national media. “Believe Memphis” became our motto, and we sold out a home playoff game against the Oklahoma Thunder in five minutes. FIVE MINUTES!

The team has been transformed overnight into a team known for its toughness and never-give-up attitude. One national headline said that Memphis was playing like a team that’s been here before. This was a team whose star player, Zack Randolph–“Z-Bo”, was labeled a “thug.” Its worst offensive player, Tony Allen, was the inspirational leader (because of his “like white on rice” defense). Its most versatile player, Rudy Gay, was sidelined with injury. Its anchor, Marc Gasol, was once a giant soft boy from Spain and Memphis. Its on-the-court leader was only recently about to be declared a bust. Its substitutes, who were the worst in the league as recently as last year, were now one of the best second teams in the league. Where did this come from?

It came out of the blue, as if there was some magical touch.

Half of my counseling sessions now begin with a short discussion about the Grizzlies, and I know why. They represent hope and change. From a dysfunctional, half-depressed team (and town) to a self-actualizing, confident community in a span only a few discerning fans could see happening. Isn’t this what we all want? Can’t we change what ails us?

Just look at the Grizzlies and the answer is YES! Hang in there; get down and gritty. Work as a team; move from group to true community; don’t ever give up. Someday in its own time, in its own way, the real team, the real person, will emerge from potential to actuality.

No one knows if the Grizzlies will become champions, and we (Memphians) can’t say we don’t care. Of course we want them to go all the way. And as good as they appear to be, so are other teams, and we’d be surprised if they go much further in these playoffs. But they’ve sure made their mark. For now, once again, we believe. We have hope. We KNOW change can happen, seemingly overnight.

Why Does A Therapist Need Personal Therapy?

Chris O’Rear, Director of the Pastoral Counseling Centers of Tennessee (Nashville) recently invited me to discuss my book, Building the Therapeutic Sanctuary with them. One question poised to me was particularly stimulating to my thinking. A man who has extensive experience in pastoral care, training groups, and significant experience as a pastoral counselor said, “You write that one requirement for becoming a good pastoral counselor is that one have a few years of personal therapy. I haven’t been in personal therapy. What do you think of that?”

The thoughts I shared with him are that there are two benefits of personal therapy that cannot be easily duplicated in any other way. One is that personal therapy accelerates maturation and wisdom significantly. It is a fascinating ride through some amazing internal landscape. With a good therapist, exploring the self and one’s vocational calling is like hiking the Sierra Nevada Mountains with the great explorer John Muir. You can see the mountains on your own, but think of what you would learn from Muir!

The other is that if you’ve ever made the initial call for therapeutic help, you will not forget how difficult and humbling that call is. Correlated to that humility is how liberating it is to cross the threshold from humiliation to humility. Therapy offers a lot more than just humility, but the humility inherent in the asking for help and the subsequent open confession might liberate us in ways little else can. At its best, therapy is a dramatic and unique experience of faith and grace. It keeps even the most expert therapist humble and thereby makes that therapist better.

A reason I thought of later is that personal therapy teaches us to ask a question that doesn’t come naturally to most of us: what’s my part in this relationship mess? That is a crucial question in what I believe is the second phase of therapy. The first phase in therapy is problem-solving. Most counselees can get a handle on their presenting problem in four to six sessions. Most stop at that point, and there’s nothing wrong with quitting therapy after solving a problem. Some, however, decide to explore more deeply. They begin to ask why they developed the problem in the first place. This investigation inevitably deepens the relationship with the therapist, and before long, the very problem they came in to solve will be recreated in the therapeutic relationship. Almost always, the relationship between the therapist and the counselee gets stuck. It is the therapist’s personal therapy experience that offers the best way out, for personal therapy encourages the therapist to investigate not just the counselee’s part in the impasse, but also to investigate his or her part in it.

Another way of understanding this is common with me. Sometimes I get totally infuriated with certain politicians. Because I created a new instinct within myself through personal therapy, I notice when I cross a line between valid criticism and over-determined rage. I stop myself and ask other questions than just “How can that politician be so outrageous?” I ask, “Am I upset about something else as well?” “Is the politician a personal scapegoat for some unresolved issue of my own?” As I sort out my stuff from the politician’s stuff, I sharpen not only my valid criticism of the politician, but also insight into my own life.

Pastoral counseling hinges on a willingness to ask the harder question: what’s my part, my hang-up, in these difficulties? This is the insight question—the insight quest—that helps our counselees search for deeper meanings, solutions, and relationships. It is a quest that is profoundly reinforced by personal therapy for the therapist.

HIDDEN LOVE

Wendell Berry once wrote about a deceased friend, “He is hidden among all that is, and cannot be lost.”

Recently, when my father was suffering from intense pain after open heart surgery, I shared with my mother the task of trying to comfort him, while also watching out for the fatigue and waning strength of my mother. It was hard.

What sustained us was not the hope for recovery, for it looked like Dad was dying and we wanted to accept that if necessary. What truly sustained us was the love that was hidden anong all that was present. It could not be ignored. It could not be lost.

Love doesn’t stop hurt; love doesn’t end suffering, yet when love is present it cannot hidden, it cannot be lost.

Once when Elie Weisel was but a mere teenager in a German Jewish death camp, he saw a young boy about his age writhing in pain while being hanged by the Nazi guards. The man behind him, walking past with Weisel, knowing Weisel was a religious lad, sneered, “Where’s your God now, kid?” Weisel thought to himself, “The God I know is being hanged with that boy.”

That’s the love that is hidden among all that is, even in pain and suffering.

Foundations of Pastoral Counseling

In August I will be teaching a class entitled “Pastoral Counseling Foundations.” To prepare I’ve been reading three of the books that were central in my early development as a pastoral counselor: John Patton’s Pastoral Counseling: A Ministry of the Church, James Hillman’s InSearch: Psychology and Religion, and my own book, Building the Therapeutic Sanctuary.

To my surprise I’ve re-discovered the deep wisdom that first attracted me to Patton and Hillman, and found my own book (alas) grossly sub-par in comparison.

With regard to my own book, perhaps it’s normal to look back at my opinions and ideas from 12 years ago and see it from a new perspective—one that makes it seem shallow. Sometimes that feels right, for it might be that I’ve deepened, but it also is a little embarrassing to read some of what I once wrote. Oh, well!

I re-read Hillman’s book first and it reminded me of the essence of the task of any pastoral counselor: the inward search. There is a primary reason one seeks counseling help that goes beyond the initial “help me solve this problem.” We also seek wisdom, and the pastoral counselor is a human embodiment of the wise person archetype—the grandparent-like wise one we idealize. We want some of what he or she seems to have. That is why it is so important for the pastoral counselor to spend his or her life searching inward for wisdom, acceptance of self, and divine presence.

John Patton’s book has been important to me for two reasons. First is that he expresses perspectives on pastoral counselor that have been essential in my professional formation, particularly his emphasis on the counseling relationship as central to healing—he calls it “relational humanness.” Second is because he’s one of my favorite pastoral counseling friends—a man I am honored to know, care for, and even play music with. He is in many ways for me the wise old man, and he’s a mere friend—a human being whom I can argue with and see as flawed like me. My friendship with him is an embodiment of relational humanness.

I can say more clearly now who I am vocationally. Perhaps what I say will apply to other pastoral counselors, but all I know is what I can say about myself right now. I am a pastoral counselor who seeks to field requests for help by being skilled in psychotherapy that can solve problems, and who also seeks to create a relational environment that provides the kind of sanctuary that allows for openness, vulnerability, courage, compassion, and the quest for wisdom that enables us to live a full life.

WHAT IS THE CHURCH?

What is the church?

This question becomes more important when the church finds itself in a crisis. It’s easy to take for granted what a church is when all is moving along smoothly. The input of a crisis, though, creates tension that often leads to disagreements, dismissals, controversial changes, and confusion. We find ourselves asking, if the church is just like the corporate world, the work-a-day world, or the dog-eat-dog world, is it really worth sticking with it? Why be part of the church when it’s no longer a sanctuary from the difficulties we seek refuge from? What if we perceive the church as just as bad as the outside world we joined the church to get some separation from? What if our involvement in the church is just as confusing and upsetting as other settings which we have low expectations of?”

One opinion is that the church is a place where like-minded people gather for mutual support in their efforts to make a difference in the broader world. When the gathering fractures, some choose to get out and find a church home elsewhere, some choose to stay together and work through the fracture’s meaning, recreating a different commonality, a new church.

Another opinion is that the church is a gathering that moves from simple associations to true community that lifts its members to unusual achievements, joyfulness, and service. Communities have a way of holding people up to higher standards that have tremendous influence. But when fractures occur and some of the unity and strength of community is lost, the gathering has to choose between letting go of past community dreams or renewal. If the church craves the deep and vital strength of community, it will choose renewal, a difficult path, but not nearly as discouraging as giving up. A willingness to accept itself as a mere group of people doing very limited activities (like entertaining worship or shared child care), means that it can survive, but the strength of community is not part of its identity. This choice is for institutional power that is different from community strength. Renewal requires a courageous and diligent inner search for the answer to what the church is now.

All church fractures create a choice between loss and hard work. Do we give up or do the ensuing work of renewal? Frankly, some fractures are so deep and destructive that giving up might very well be the wiser choice. But even when one chooses to let go and move on, part of the moving on needs to be a renewed effort to find meaning and insight from the fracture. Fractures ought to lead us into our very hearts. The correct response to a broken community is the inward journey.

In the movie Gandhi when Gandhi asks one of his old friends, “Charlie,” to depart from leadership of the Indian revolution, Charlie is not sure how to say goodbye. Gandhi replies that “For you and me there are no goodbyes,” adding that “wherever you go we will always be in one another’s hearts.” It is a statement very similar to Jesus’ “Wherever two or three are gathered in my name, there will I be also.” Perhaps this is what the church is about: wherever two or more gather to discover and do good, they are at the heart of God. They join with the love of God that gives us some insight into what truly good thoughts and actions are. This is where community begins, or where community is renewed.

Thus, this question—what is the church?—leads us back to two prayers of petition. One is “What is good?” This cannot be answered outside of community, though, for its answer is found in dialog. We need others who are willing to seek the good with us. The other petition is “What good should we do?” I can seek to answer the question “What good should I do?” by myself, but when “I” is replaced with “we,” community is involved. That community is the church, a gathering of people seeking to discern the good and do what is good.

Not an easy task, but once you’ve experienced the transforming nature of community life, anything less is unsatisfying.

The church, when it is the true church, draws us inward where we ask the hard questions of our day in dialog with others, then do something new with courage and hope. The church is where faith is deepened through openness with others and God, providing the open door where grace can transform life into confidence, caring, and courage. And the church is where faith is put into action, where the transformed person, the true community, and the shared resources are used to serve and transform the culture and state we live and work in. This is how the church draws us to the divine: it opens us up to the transformative activity of God.