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Saturday, May 9, 2015

DEAR GRIEVING MOTHERS

Adam & Eve Mourning Abel painted by Louis-Ernest Barrias

Thus says the Lord:
“A voice was heard in Ramah,
Lamentation and bitter weeping,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Refusing to be comforted for her children,
Because they are no more.”
Thus says the Lord:
“Refrain your voice from weeping,
And your eyes from tears;
For your work shall be rewarded, says the Lord,
And they shall come back from the land of the enemy.
There is hope in your future, says the Lord,
That your children shall come back to their own border. (Jeremiah 31: 15-17)


Dear Grieving Mother,

Let me tell you a true story.  It happened a long time ago, but it may sound familiar.

In a close knit community, a young man was killed.
It came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother and killed him. (Genesis 4: 8)

A brother from the community was stopped and questioned.
Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is Abel your brother?” (verse 9)

He denied responsibility, but the evidence against him was overwhelming. 
Cain said, “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”
And the Lord replied, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to Me from the ground.” (verses 9b, 10)

The brother was convicted of murdering one of his own.  His future was ruined.  All of his great potential for success taken away.
So now you are cursed from the earth, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand.  When you till the ground, it shall no longer yield its strength to you. (v. 11, 12)

The sentence for his crime was life.  He would never see his home or family again.
A fugitive and a vagabond you shall be on the earth. (v. 12)

He appealed.
And Cain said to the Lord, “My punishment is greater than I can bear! it will happen that anyone who finds me will kill me.” (v. 13, 14)

And the judge commuted his sentence, but the leniency of the new punishment didn’t diminish the pain orbiting around his crime.
And the Lord set a mark on Cain, lest anyone finding him should kill him.  (v. 15)

The murderer’s  descendants perpetuated and exasperated the cycle of violence and self-destruction against their young men.
Then Lamech said to his wives: “Adah and Zillah, hear my voice.  Wives of Lamech, listen to my speech, for I have killed a man for wounding me, even a young man for hurting me. If Cain shall be avenged sevenfold, then Lamech seventy-sevenfold.” (v. 23, 24)


This is the life and legacy of Cain, the original murderer.  To us Cain was just plain bad.

But not to his mama. 

He was the first child.  More importantly, he was HER first child.  Eve rejoiced when Cain was born.  She gave him a name that means “possession” or “to acquire.”  He was hers.  He was Mama’s precious baby.  Mama’s little man.
Now Adam knew Eve his wife, and she conceived and bore Cain, and said, “I have acquired a man from the Lord.” (Genesis 4: 1)

Cain was his mother’s pride and her joy.

Imagine her love for him and the son who followed.  Now, imagine her pain when she had to bury one son and lose another to the justice system. 

Cain’s judge was God Himself.  There was no corruption in the ruling.  Cain’s punishment was both just and merciful. But do you think that made Eve feel any better?  Do you think Adam grieved any less because the results were “just”?

 Was Cain’s mother able to move on?  Yes. 

Was she able to get over it?

Never.

Adam and Eve eventually had another son.  Eve named this one Seth, which means “compensation.”  The new baby was supposed to make up for her loss.   Indeed, God made Seth a special blessing to Father Adam and Mama Eve.  He was a good kid and a great father.  Their grandbabies through Seth “began to call on the name of the Lord.”  (verse 26)

But Eve never got over the babies she’d lost.  Even in the sweet moments after her “compensation” came into the world, the first mother remembered Abel.  She remembered Cain.  (verse 25)

The writer(s) of Genesis weren’t there when all of this happened.  Adam and Eve probably didn’t leave journals behind.  Perhaps their stories were passed down through oral history.  Perhaps the Holy Spirit revealed it all through visions of the past.  (If God can accurately reveal the future through prophecy it’s can’t be MORE difficult for Him to accurately reveal the past.)

Whatever the mechanism, God wanted this tragic narrative preserved and passed to us.  Seth himself is long gone.  Cain’s line was destroyed in the Flood. So what is God’s point for going through the trouble of telling their story?

In part, so grieving mothers and fathers today know that their stories are not theirs alone.  Your pain is personal, but it isn’t original. 

Whether you lost your child to miscarriage, sickness, accident, violence, criminal justice, or however --- you are not the first parent whom God has comforted through such a time.

The fallen-ness of this sinful world makes such tragedy possible.  On the grandest scale it is inevitable.  But God is still present, and active, and able to bring good even after the worst possible bad has happened.

The mother and father in this and many other tragic tales in Scripture were part of the Messianic line.  Thus the Bible proves that God won’t let your great pain be the end of your place in His great plan.  He will give you “compensation.”

Such blessing isn’t always in the body of another child. But your “compensation” is available in your gifts, your example, your enhanced compassion and sensitivity, your deepened surrender to God. 

Remember that the “gift” of another son to Adam and Eve was also the calling to serve as parents.  Don’t miss your “compensation” because it’s packaged as your SERVICE.

Like Eve, you will never forget.  Like Eve, you can forge ahead.  Like the first mother, you may never completely “move on,” but you can still move forward.   God has a plan and you’re part of it. 

Dear weeping mother,
God wants to bring forth joy and greatness from you.  He wants to give you a future and a hope.

He can.  He’s done it before.

---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Miles Chapel CME Church in Fairfield, Alabama;  executive director of the Substance Abuse Youth Networking Organization (SAYNO);  and director of rural leadership development for the National Institute for Human Development (NIHD).

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

I HOPE THEY LAUGH WHEN I DIE

There’s an old Southern tradition of “sitting with the family” when someone dies. (It might not be strictly Southern, but it seems Southern-ish.)  This means that when a member of my congregation dies, it is my duty as pastor to visit the home of the deceased and make myself available to talk, to listen, to counsel-advise, and otherwise shepherd the family through the grieving process.

That’s what I’ve been doing the last few days since Isabell Seawright, the oldest member of Hall Memorial CME Church, passed away.  The people who gathered in the family house had lost their mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, auntie, mother-in-law, best friend, neighbor, mentor, and matriarch.  We were a house full of people in mourning. 

And we spent most of the time LAUGHING.

Now this wasn’t the forced, nervous laughter of people pretending that their hearts aren’t broken.  Nor was it the bitter laughter of people diverting attention from their guilt by ridiculing others and revealing their hurtful secrets.

The laughter at Mother Seawright’s house was pure, peaceful, genuine, and virtually continuous.

Mother died, and we laughed.

It was beautiful.

It was the sound a pastor prays for (or should pray for), because it was the sound of a family whose individual and collective memories of 92 ½ years were full of joy.

The laughter was the sound of peace--the kind of peace that people have when they are absolutely certain that if there is a Heaven, Mama’s there; and if there isn’t a Heaven, God will make one just for her.

The laughter was the sound of a family diverse as any other, but united in their love for this one woman.  It was the sound of 4 generations who each and all honored their matriarch and had received her smiling blessing in turn.

The laughter was the sound of the legacy of a loving life so well lived that not even death could diminish her spiritual presence.

I want to live that well. I want to raise up a family--- a tribe--- like Mother Seawright did.  And when I pass on, I want to leave them with unreserved joy.  I want them to gather without drama even when I’m not there to preside and mediate.  I want to leave my family, my church, and my community such a well-lived life that compliments, flowers, and resolutions are insufficient.  I want to pass on the kind of peace and hopefulness that cannot be contained in silence or corralled in words and so must manifest as only the greatest joys can---- in laughter.

I’ve always looked up to Mother Seawright, but I admire her more now than I ever did.

She gave me one more goal:  to make my family laugh when I die.

Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh.  (Luke 6: 21)


---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Miles Chapel CME Church in Fairfield, Alabama;  executive director of the Substance Abuse Youth Networking Organization (SAYNO);  and director of rural leadership development for the National Institute for Human Development (NIHD).

Email atgravestwo2@aol.com

You can help support this ministry with a donation to Miles Chapel CME Church.

Support by check or money order may be mailed to 
Miles Chapel CME Church
P O Box 132

Fairfield, Al 35064