Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A poem for the sandwich generation

half finished basement

the time was well past
assembled sibling team
to clear their home

accumulated metaphors
of sixty years ongoing
shed for the new

let go
let go

odours of their life
and ours
stirring deepest mind

disinfectant and decay
dinky toys and building blocks
dust and musty papers

let go
let go

matted dog hair
antique heart things
twenty tons of stuff

boxes of events
boxes of boxes
what were you thinking

let go
let go

unfinished walls
cans of full paint
eroded life plans

what you don't free
dragged away
by loved ones

let go
let
go.

swakeman (28nov11)

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Seek ye First- a message to my St. Aidan's family

(Read Matthew 6:19-34)

We in the community of St Aidan's are living in a time of change, uncertainty and perhaps upheaval. We want to believe things will go well in transitioning to our interim pastor and then to a longer term minister. But we only have two guarantees with God because of the blood of Christ- eternity and the promise of intimacy with God no matter what happens.

In Matthew 6:33. We are exhorted to seek first the kingdom of God. This verse is in the context of a longer passage in the gospel that focuses on letting go of control, choosing our focus and following God. Even the Lord's prayer is about letting go of our will and asking for help to cooperate and participate in His will. Jesus challenges us about where our heart is and how it affects our attitude and worldview.

What is this kingdom of God that we are supposed to pursue? The kingdom can be represented by his presence, his power and his purpose in the universe.

The kingdom is his very real presence in our lives and in his creation. It is the ongoing and active expression of his love, his authority, his grace and his Holiness in the day-to-day affairs of each individual, of each creation, of each community and of the universe. We are told that we are already in His kingdom because of Christ's crucifixion and resurrection and our asking Him to be our Lord and Saviour. The kingdom of God has been present since the time of creation, but we have only have direct access to it through the blood of Christ. There are places and people that have not entered the kingdom. Our call is to live in the kingdom, to let it enter more and more of our inner and outer lives and to bring the kingdom to those unreached people and places. The kingdom is here and now and it is to come in its fullness when Christ returns.

How do we pursue the kingdom presence? First of all is to declare your beliefs that he is real, that he is alive, and that he is active. When we go through the chaos of transition, we are challenged as to whether we really believe this. Has God and Christ become a comfortable idea that we hope will continue the status quo? Or do we really believe enough to step out of the boat, keeping our eyes on the face we can really see and walking with him on the waves. Every Sunday we say the Nicene Creed. Yes, these are words of comfort and familiarity, but there are also challenges and a weekly reminder to wake up to the truth.

Secondly, we must put our beliefs into practice. I love the saying (rick warren) that faith is the experience of having left the first trapeze before the new trapeze has arrived! The old map has left, the new map has yet to be delivered. Can we float in suspension, tolerate some lostness, practising the trust that he is present and doing something with all of this? Every day there are opportunities to stop and be with our powerlessness, our abandonment and to breathe and ask the Spirit in to touch those pains rather than acting out with all the things we do to kill the pain.

Thirdly, practice community. We are designed to function best in relationship. We now know that the entire brain lights up and functions more effectively when we are relating to people on an ongoing and intimate manner. In Matthew 18:19-20, we are given the promise that where more than one are gathered, his presence and power will be manifest. Being in community can amplify the presence of God. The Hebrew view of humanity is one of community first, not the individual. This is in contrast to the individual priorities of the Greek culture, which strongly influenced the development of a lot of northern European culture and society. One of the many blessings of our recent time in South Africa and Mozambique was to be in a team where we prayed and encouraged each other daily. It was a real boost to my faith and my experience of God's power and peace from moment to moment.

His kingdom is also expressed by His power, manifested by the Holy Spirit. To practice his kingdom life without this power is ineffective, exhausting and sometimes dangerous. Do you experience the ongoing awareness of the power of the spirit? I know that I don't. I have clearly heard experiences of the physical and emotional reality of the Holy Spirit, but these have been sporadic holiday visits to the ocean of his power and presence. I have learned over the years that living only by the intellectual awareness of God is seriously insufficient for the life that he calls me to. Without the emotional and physical experience of his presence and power, Christianity is reduced to a nice set of ideas and standards. God arranges for us to have experiences where we cannot live the life he has given us on the power of our own strength. This is just as true for individuals as for communities, including St Aidan's. I will challenge us that the Lord has way more for us to experience of his Holy Spirit at St. Aidan's than we are experiencing.

How does God work in us so that there is more open space for his kingdom power to run things? It is through brokenness. In 2 Corinthians 12:9, God's response to Paul's request to have his infirmity removed was "my grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness". I often refer to these disabling challenges as "the courses I didn't know I was signing up for"! When we accept our wounds, we allow God to anoint them and turn them to wisdom and compassion. So when we are asking for God to make this transition painless, are we stifling the opportunity to manifest his glory in greater ways than before?

God has given me the opportunity over the past five years to learn more about the biology of central nervous system, and specifically how God and the practices of our faith, nourish and strengthen the brain, helping to restore connectedness and centredness. This can serve to heal the wear and tear caused by the past and ongoing trauma of life. God wants his power to enter into our bodies and to flow in every cell of who we are. He allows the upheaval of change to challenge us to open up to more of him in individual and corporate life. When we attempt to bury our powerlessness, we actually set up disconnections in our nervous system that are blockages to his holy spirit flowing through us. The ongoing practice of surrender at his alter opens us up to his healing.

His kingdom is also made manifest in His purpose. This is his will carried out- where the "holy rubber" hits the road. Some of his will is very clear. Repent of your sins, accept Christ as Lord, be baptised, read and digest his word and so on. Some is not so clear and can be very controversial. I will confess that I still really struggle with our approach to gay and lesbian folks. Although I do believe God created us to be man and woman in intimacy, this is only one of many ways in which we have fallen short of his glory. I know the destruction of exiling people because they don't fit into our boxes. And how do you minister the gospel to people who believe that their sexual orientation is normal and to be celebrated? Its not by telling them the rules and hoping they will shape up. I also struggle with the relative comfort of our River Heights church, when I see people everyday struggling with poverty, abuse and illness. Arrgh.

We experience two kingdoms everyday. As illustrated in Hebrews 11. There is the kingdom of Mount Sinai with its harsh judgements, trying to earn your way by works, and the rules, a life of terror and struggle and an unreachable and unpredictable God. What is left for people except to cope by numbing, pleasure and demands for our rights? This is the kingdom of the world and the flesh. We have done a magnificent job of creating our own self kingdom. I must confess that I spend too much time here than in the other kingdom, even though I am a child of the king and belong to Mount Sion, the kingdom of God. When we live there, we experience joy, grace, a lifting up to his vista view, celebration of his glory and our participation in it.

It is good to remember we are surrounded by his grace and love. We don't have to figure everything out. All we have to do in his kingdom purpose is to show up and say yes. He will take our ambivalent little scraps of bread and fish and do mighty things in his power. We need to practice what Darlene encouraged yesterday, stillness with the Father.

When we are anxious or otherwise anguished, God's word is our toolbox to shift back to seeking His kingdom. In Philippians 4:8-9 we are given a list of where to take our minds and bodies to enter his peace.

Lets keep experiencing Mount Zion. We are to give up all of our own agendas . Our need for affirmation. Our need for religious security. Our need to control others to give us what we want. Our need for financial security, need to see others as bad, so we can feel good. Our need for certainty. We can earnestly pray "thy kingdom come, thy will be done ". We will then be free to be empowered by God, to seek his righteousness and to eagerly wait for these things, our needs to be met in Christ.

Stew Wakeman
29 October 2011

Monday, October 24, 2011

The Sparrows of Matola

The Sparrows of Matola

A flitting
In the deep green
Mango leaves
A sparrow
Same black vee chest
Same chestnut cap
A piece of universal home
In a familiar surprise.

We are
All over
Sparrows
We flit
We fall
He sees us
He knows we are all
The same.

S. Wakeman (11 Oct 11) i

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Trying this one more time - the beauty of the cape.

I saw from my face book page that a couple of blog entries had only a title and no content! So here are some shots from our full day tour of the Cape of Good Hope.

The cute penguins at Boulder Beach.

Grandpa Baboon and the grandkids.

One of the 300 varieties of protea bushes.

So many beautiful flowers!

Sandra photographer at The Cape of Good Hope.

An Eland, the sacred animal of the Khoisan tribe.

Mariner's Wharf at Hout Bay with crafts, music, seals, boats and more.

The beauty of Kirstenbosch Gardens.

Cape Town i miss you already...



















Thursday, October 20, 2011

Cruising the cape

Cruising round the cape

Today we took a guided tour around the cape in a comfy van with our Koisan driver Joe. He was very informative, entertaining and only a little political. We stopped on our way south at several breathtaking viewpoints. We hung out at Mariner's Wharf in Hout Bay. Sandra bought some pendants made of beautiful stone and fossilized shark teeth. There was an amazing market, fishing ships and all the nations of people there. And music.

This is now the next day and we are sitting in cape town airport. I have had multiple tries at sending a blog with various cybermishaps. I will send more with photos when I can get online without charging an arm and a leg.

We've had a really good and meaningful time and are ready for home almost ready for work :-) !

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Chillin' in Cape Town

We arrived last night after goodbyes to the amazing folks on our team. It has been a rich and intense two weeks. I am amazed at the response to our workshops and all the good networking that happened. Seeing the service to street workers and their children in Maputo was powerful and inspiring. Maputo is an interesting city blending meditaranean architecture and African realities.

Today we walked along the Seapoint seaboard, watching the Atlantic crashing along the volcanic rock formations.

Its nice to relax with my sweetie!
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Chillin' in Cape Town

We arrived last night after goodbyes to the amazing folks on our team. It has been a rich and intense two weeks. I am amazed at the response to our workshops and all the good networking that happened. Seeing the service to street workers and their children in Maputo was powerful and inspiring. Maputo is an interesting city blending meditaranean architecture and African realities.

Today we walked along the Seapoint seaboard, watching the Atlantic crashing along the volcanic rock formations.

Its nice to relax with my sweetie!
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The Sparrows at Matola

Monday, October 10, 2011

We have arrived in Maputo!

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On to Maputo

We're packing our essentials to get ready to leave at 10 for Mozambique.

Saturday and Sunday and we had up to 19 learners For our workshop on vicarious traumatization. People representing orphanages, churches , outreach ministries, and so on. Aside from the teaching, lots of great networking and encouragement took place. A lot of people saw more clearly the need for self care and community.

The main challenge for the day will be crossing the border into Mozambique. There are lots of "unofficial" border guards who like to rummage thru your luggage and vehicle. Pray for safety please.

We will likely be without internet for 2 to 3 days. I will blog soon as I'm able.
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Friday, October 7, 2011

At the end of the day

What a day we have had today! I am beyond tired but my heart is full. We had 29 learners for our course on resilience, again mostly the same young adults that hung out with us yesterday. We started with one of those spontaneous moments where I asked the group what the best SiSwati word for resilience was. This led to a great roar of conversations, laughter and arguments until they arrived at "kuvuselela" "bouncing back". So today we taught on kuvuselela!

So many of the folks were stars in the workshop-
Duncan and his humour and ability to lead the group. Khumela 6ft4 with his all expressive arms and legs with more than a dash of drama, all applied to the content and spirit of the workshop. Sue with her spritely wisdom. Bubu with his enthusiasm and mildly goofy presentation. Phinda, a quiet 19 year old who is intent on becoming a psychiatrist. He gave bright and insightful answers and reflections. He also has incredible balance and grace in some of the movement exercises we did for grounding. Enoch is one of youth leaders who lives at Litsemba. He has both humour and depth, often serving as translator when English and SiSwati were having a clumsy dance with each other. I could go on and on. I will miss these young adults.

Saturday and Sunday Sandra and I are teaching here at Betor House on boundaries, resilience and vicarious traumatisation. Yay! No bumpy bakkie rides for two days.

Our next adventure after that is to drive out to Mozambique to teach and serve at a ministry for women in prostitution. I'm glad to be going as a team. This is new territory for both of us.

Full schedule. God is good. Time to go sleep.

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Daantjie days

We're just beginning the third of four days at Litsemba Center in the township of Daantjie Northeast of Nelspruit. The past two days were spent helping at the first-ever health clinic run out of the center. In the first day we saw 19 children. The second day We saw 30 children and and 11 adults. It would be probably larger today. As the word gets out.

Its now the end if the day. We taught 35 to 40 people in the morning on Motivational Interviewing and 29 in the afternoon on helping people who are suicidal. The largest group were SiSwati youth leaders in the schools. There were a few older adults as well. Most of the folks got something out of the sessions. And a few were brilliant. And only a couple played on their cellphones...

Anna the physicians assistant was kept busy all day seeing children. The first two days I helped her with dispensing meds, consulting with some, and praying with folks.

Tomorrow Sandra and I teach on resilience.

Please pray for our energy, my infected thumb and continued team unity (which has been good so far).

Thanks!
Stew
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Sunday, October 2, 2011

The most beautiful gas station washroom in the world

We have arrived in Nelspruit. We have a simple comfy room at Betor House. We have had a lovely day of hanging out with our team. And some great reunions including dinner with everyone at our friend Heather Stephens' home.

And wifi internet here at Betor!

On the way here we stopped at a large petrol station restaurant. We were warned by our Afrikaan copassenger to bring our cameras.

So there we are standing at the urinals. (I know TMI!) in front us is this glass wall looking out on this scene. Hope this photo shows up. Cape buffalo and rhinos grazing in the lowveld.

Now, you may be wondering (especially you Joanne Hatherly intrepid investigative reporter)- did I actually take the picture while peeing? Well no, that would be um... Indiscreet. I'm also not that coordinated. It was taken from the restaurant patio. I did however comment while relieving myself that I have never seen such beauty while peeing in my life. There was an awkward Afikaans chortle from the man at the next trough. I think he was Afrikaaner because I of course did not look.

Prayer please. This is 0430 and I have been awake since 0100. (can you tell?) it is a rather peaceful insomnia but there is a long day ahead. I also have a cut on my left thumb that has become infected and sore. Thanks.
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Saturday, October 1, 2011

safe and sound in johannesburg

We are here! Nestled in for the night at the Protea O.R. Tambo Airport Hotel. A little stiff from being crammed into three different aircraft over fifteen hours. Thankfully we had the chance for exercise between flights. Have you ever seen the Dulles International Airport in Washington DC? We are thankful for the shuttle bus to another terminal and then a train to the third terminal and ALL the walking within these terminals, happily decorated with frequent Starbucks in case your strength should fail.

We are just here for the night to rest before catching the Citibus to Nelspruit tomorrow. We have met Susan and Anna who are on the team wth us and are staying at the hotel as well. in spite of very tired brains we had a good conversation and a very lovely meal. I will definitely stay at this hotel next time.

Now to Skype home and then sleepy by.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Return to Mpumalanga

In six days, Sandra and I board an airplane to Nelspruit for two weeks of teaching to youth workers and other people helpers. We didn't think we would ever go back after last year but the friendships we made and maintained called us to return. We will then go to Cape Town and visiting friends and relax by the ocean for a few days before returning. Stay tuned for reports of the story over there! *** Spoken w/ Vlingo - http://www.vlingo.com
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Saturday, September 17, 2011

Good times with old times!

Last night we had the first part of our thirtieth medical class reunion. It was graciously hosted in the home of Doug and Shawn Hobson. It was good to see the lovely faces of my classmates, Most of whom are still slogging it out in full time practices all over the continent!

Bonuses of the evening were having my daughter Caitlin Join our former band members Randy and Ann to sing some old songs and a couple of new tunes. She was superb!

Double bonus was having our classmate Orla Come out of vocal retirement and join us for "operator"!

It is probably the sign of the brittleness of my aging That I found a great deal of the evening overwhelming. We somehow gathered around the indoor swimming pool Which was an acoustic and physical nightmare. Most of my memories of the evening are visual as I could hear very little of what everyone was saying. We had fun with singing together but really have no idea of how we sounded. I found myself having little waves of panic all night long and wanted to leave even before we sang. It was at the admonition of my wife and the stronger admonition of my daughter that I bit the bullet and stayed. And I did still have fun!

Looking forward to the quieter venue at the Fort Gary hotel tonight.
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

ode from my preverbal self

Cold facecloth slap.

I was screaming.
(you said I was)
And then I held my breath.

Vagal dive
Dive! Dive!

You said with glee.
I fixed you fast.
Ice cold cloth
Across my face.

You did not know
You sent me to the abyss.

Vagal dive

Of ether addled birth
Stuck in death.

Dive! Dive!

A life full of waiting.
for forceps to deliver me.

Que c'est triste
Interminablement
Triste.

S. Wakeman 14 september 11 (I)

Friday, September 2, 2011

recycled souls

Elmhurst blue box reverie

Early autumn street
Dust of golden death
Emerging in the verdure.

In wobbly rows
Emptied blue boxes
Some aright catching the dew
Of morning
Some aside
Looking for the wind.
Some overturned
Void but closed to filling.

Just like us-
Cleansed of the detritus
Of our life.

What posture
Do we keep
Attending
The Great Recycler?

S. Wakeman 2 Sept. 11 (I)

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Court Is not therapeutic!

This past week I had the opportunity to attend a court proceeding to support my friend as he gave a victim statement and watched his uncle sentenced to four years for sexually abusing his sister and him. I learned a few things.

1. My friend is a courageous young man to speak up in the midst of sobbing and say the truth.

2. He also has a lot of strength in him to show his love toward his family who seemed to be in worse shape than he was.

3. The adversarial system of the court can be quite damaging to the abused person and their family. The two "learned friends" (as the opposing lawyers referred to each other) sliced diced and julienned the very personal and painful facts of the abuse in front of my friend and his family. There was much shaking and sobbing. The defense listed about twenty other abuse cases as precedents to lessen the sentence of the accused. In great detail. It was brutal.

4. Psychology can be misinformed and manipulated in court. The things brought up were mitigating factors for one lawyer and aggravating factors for the other lawyer. The lame excuse of the accused being sexually abused as a boy was introduced by defense as a mitigating factor. Rubbish. Most sexually abused men grow up to be healthy in their boundaries and sexual behaviour. And so on.

5. It was disturbing to hear arguments that suggested that my friend's abuse was not as bad as other cases or that the accused should be credited for not being coercive. Its not hard to coerce a lonely fatherless child.

6. The adversarial process risks ignoring the deeply mixed emotions everyone feels in this situation. But in the end, justice was served.

I just wish no one had to go through abuse and therefore not need this extra ordeal.
S

Saturday, August 27, 2011

poem for my nephew

jack, pine

our timelapse life
watching you grow
young conifer
woody enough
to not be trampled
by undiscerning bucks
or nibbled to death
by anxious rabbits

green enough
to bend with storms
and when the sun comes out
redolent with
clean sweet
pungent
presence.

s. wakeman
8 august 11 (ii)


crossing the callosum

After starting this thing a year ago, I'm finally getting back to writing something. I hope this will be an opportunity t o go back and forth between my creative side and my scientific side. I.e. Crossing my callosum.
S.