Monday, December 13, 2010

Spreading the Ashes

It will soon be three months after Matt's death.  In October we gathered the family together for a blessed memorial service on a hill near our home in Blue Mounds.  We called it "Restoration Point;" a geographical place and a spiritual beginning for our family.

Matt's seven-year-old daughter could not join us at the time and his ashes got delayed in Los Angeles.  When his ashes arrived at Blue Mounds we set a date to enable his two daughters to spread his ashes on the hill and around his memorial stone. 





We went up the hill the day before the big snowstorm on Saturday, December 11th.  There was snow on the ground and the temperature was in the 30s. 

After lighting a fire, we spread the ashes on the hill and around the memorial stone, said a comittal prayer for Matt from the Book of Common Prayer:

"In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our son, father, brother and friend Matthew, and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless him and keep him, the Lord make his face to shine upon him and be gracious to him, the Lord lift up his countenance upon him and give him peace. Amen."

Yes, Lord, bless him and give him peace.  Amen.

As for me, the deep, almost crippling, sadness has diminished.  I continue to going to counselling at the VA Center and continue to be in deep conversation with all my children and Sabine along with other close friends.  It is a combination of prayer and loving relationships that will pull me through all of these tragedies that I have experienced during these past three years.  The grief goes with the journey.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

An Open Letter to Christian Men

The Forge



FORGE: to shape, make something; to invent; to come up with an idea; to move steadily ahead. A forge is a workplace where metal is worked by heating and hammering. Many of us are also familiar with the proverb, “Iron sharpens iron, just like one man sharpens another” (Prov 27:17).

How is it we men are to sharpen one another except by entering into a forge – there to be fired, shaped and molded into that which we desire?  To be the men of iron God created us to be and to be a sharp “sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God” (Eph 6:16)?

Brothers, tell me how this is possible unless we specifically submit ourselves to God and train for this? We all know the difficulty of solitary training and the fact that we train best in a group or team; a community of men seeking to be “sharp” for God, strong, men of integrity and men after God’s own heart! The Bible often describes the Jesus-life as running and finishing a great race (1 Cor 9:24, Gal 2:2, 2 Tim 4:7, and Heb 12:1). Many of us know that we cannot compete unless we train according to plan. And the greater the race, the more intensity and length of our training.

Some of us have been on the “One Year to Live” men’s retreat, others of us have had experience in “Promise Keepers” or in a strong men’s bible study group. We know we are best when we come together in community. By these experiences, many of us know now what is possible – we know our potential and we also know we are not there yet! And we won’t get there, we won’t grow unless we submit ourselves to be further formed, conformed, and eventually transformed into a greater likeness of Christ. And we also know how easy it is to quit!

Many of us are no longer satisfied in our Christ-walk to be simply admirers or believers in Jesus – we want to be his disciple. And we know deep in our “heart of hearts” that we cannot do it alone – we need God’s grace and blessing and we need to honesty of being in deep relationship with and accountable to other men.

We cannot do this with our wives or dearest friends. We cannot even do it in church on Sunday. It takes special training where “iron” sharpens “iron.” If we are truly serious about being a Jesus-disciple and standing up for God we will have to DO something about it and stick to it. To do this, we are going to have to go to a forge.

A forge is where iron is made and formed – it’s noisy, hot and sweaty; but things get done there. It is where a sharpened edge is put on an iron sword. The forge is where men help other men imitate Jesus and closely follow him. It is a place where strong discipleship is formed, sharpened, and practiced.

I think men should have a place called The Forge.  They should meet there weekly. But I understand that each one of us have work and family commitments. So I am suggesting that we begin with a monthly get-together at The Forge; a place where we can have a fellowship meal together, share our struggles, support and give healing to one another; a place where transformation is not only encouraged, but expected.

I am looking for a “few Godly men” who will sign on to get together once a month for “forging and sharpening;” a place and time where we can improve our lives as fathers, husbands, workers, neighbors, and friends. When we improve one sector of our lives, the others have a better chance of improving as well.  Remember, the things we do today to become more Christ-like can make an eternal difference in us, our families and our relationships!

Men, are you in?  Will you consider being part of The Forge?

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Knocked down, but not out!

I was reminded of Psalm 42 this week, the part where the psalmist cries out that all God's "waves and breakers" have poured over him.

Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?...
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you...
Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.
(vv. 5-7)

This week I was feeling more and more sad, Sabine noticed it, my daughters who had begun to assemble for Thanksgiving saw it, too.  This is not the best place for a primary caregiver to be.  I owed Sabine more than trying to struggle with this by myself.

I think it was not only Matt's death, but also knowing that Sabine's cancer was back that was the final blow.

So, yesterday afternoon, after we had met with Sabine's oncologist, I decided to take action and "practice what I preached."  I walked into the mental health intake wing at the Veteran's Hospital in Madison and checked in for an evaluation.  They confirmed what I thought was going on -- I had enough more than enough "waves and breakers" roll over me during the past three years: Granddaughter Allison's death, Sabine's cancer diagnosis, her stem cell transplant, Matt's suicide, and now Sabine's cancer flaring up again.  I was beginning to suffer from depression.

If this had happened twenty years ago I might have resisted going to a therapist.  I don't have as many pretensions now as I did then and thankfully God led my heart to pursue what I knew needed to be done and made me a wiser man.

At the mental health unit, I met with a therapist and psychiatrist and we decided that I would start individual "one on one," weekly therapy for my symptoms (and not to begin drug therapy right now).  Instead, we would check on how the therapy and my sadness was progressing.

Depression was something I did not expect.  But thankfully I am at a place in my life that I know what my priorities are and what I need to do to keep myself on my own two feet.

This is a big step for me.  But I am confident that it was the right thing to do and thankful that I did not more strongly deny and resist it (I did for a couple of days -- "I can get through this!").

Psalm 42 ends with this note of encouragement.  It is advice I will take.

Put your hope in God,

for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.

To that I say, AMEN.

God is my hope and my salvation!

My journey continues...

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Just when you think it's getting better...

There are good days... times when I feel I am moving forward, healing, moving out of daily grieving, out of the anger, the sense of loss and guilt -- and then it happens... again.  Why does this surprise me?  In my head, I know this is part of the process... I read all about it in seminary!  But my heart seems to have forgotten.

Matt had been the repository of a set of hundred of family slides from the 1970s through 80s.  Hundreds of them... he kept them with him despite his ups and downs.  His brother and I found the slides in his room after his death.  He has now digitalized them and put them online so that we all can see them.

It started out just fine.  I was looking forward to seeing this historical account of our family in its early years.  I thought about the years we spend houseboating on the Mississippi River... camping... bicycle racing on the Kenosha track and racing on midwestern roads.  And in winter, cross-country ski racing and the Birekbeiner.

There were family trips to Toronto and  Niagra Falls and other places... family get-togethers... and then the feelings, the emotions, came rolling over me...  anger, loss, blame, grief -- you name it.  Chest-tightening stuff.

And then the realization that I might not have much time left with Sabine.  That another loss was looming on my horizon.  The stem cell transplant is not holding... her "numbers" are going up...

I realized that when this happend to other stem cell recipients in our support group it has been the start of a two-year fatal crash.

One side of me says that we are making great strides in cancer research and treatment protocols (that's my head), but my heart aches, even as I write this I feel that tightening in my chest agian, the start of tears...

The holidays are coming up... Thanksgiving and then Christmas.  They will be different in so many ways this year.  I realize that out of Matt's death has come the blessing of healing and restoration in the Couper family (the sweetness mixed in with our grief). 

I know I need to keep myself healthy and upbeat as Sabine's "battle buddy."  I need to be fully present for her.

The range of emotions I am experiencing with these two events almost become ovewhelming.  Yet I am committed to going through this (not around it only to revisit at a future date and time). 

Going through this will not be easy nor do I know how long it will take.  I sense God's presence with me, in my life and in the lives of my close friends.

My suicide support group meets again tonight.  I think I need to be there even though family members are assembling at the farm for Thanksgiving.  I also am realizing I may need more intense "one on one" help. 

Prayer has become life-giving... wandering the desert, lost and thirsty, I find an oasis with clean, fresh spring-water.  I am reminded of Psalm 107:

Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good;
his love endures forever. ..

Some wandered in desert wastelands,
finding no way to a city where they could settle.

They were hungry and thirsty,
and their lives ebbed away.

Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble,
and he delivered them from their distress.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The Power of Story

The power of a story, of a narrative, is that it can become our story and connect us as a people who all find ourselves on the same journey.  For example, I often find comfort in the great biblical stories: Job's faithfulness in the midst of great loss, how God chose Jacob, a trickster and deceiver, and also David, who cheated and killed Bathsheba's husband, but God knew that David was a man after God's own heart.  God certainly loves to qualify the unqualified!

David: shepherd, poet, warrior, and leader -- a God-seeker.  Last week I was thinking about my name and my namesake.  I was thinking about the story of my life and my family and this flowed from my pen:
__________________________________

THE STORY OF THE HOUSE OF DAVID

This is a story about David and his House. It is not about the David of the Bible, but it is also not too unlike his story either. From the beginning, David was blessed by God because God gave him many things and prospered him in his life. David knew God, but not personally; he only knew “about” God. David either forgot or ignored God during most of his life. Yet God still blessed David, prospered his House with beautiful and talented children and wives because God had a plan for David. And David, remembering God, brought each child to the temple were they were baptized and dedicated to God just like the parents of David and his wives had been in the past.


While David pursued his career, grew his family, God continued to pour out more of his blessings and protection upon David and his House because God wanted David to know him. David became a great leader and was acclaimed among his peers.


On day trouble came to the House of David; internal chaos and brokenness reigned between his wives and children. David did not know what to do. He did not ask God for help. And so the division continued and all were injured in some way -- including David. The House of David was now broken as hurt and blame and anger continued to reign.


God gave David another wife. His third wife was a loving tower of strength, a gifted warrior-woman who respected and encouraged David. Three more children were added into the family – now there were nine. Still David went about his life without God but continued to mourn his broken House. But God’s plan was now being unveiled as he showed David wisdom. God showed David his everlasting love and his plan for David. David learned how to become a godly husband and father. After many years as a warrior and faithful husband, David retired to the priestly life and became a man singularly after God’s heart – a man who prayed to God sought to deeply know God. So God revealed to David that he was more than the “beloved” man he thought he was (David thought his name only meant “beloved” in Hebrew and so God revealed to him that his name was “beloved of God.” And then God blessed him even more abundantly.


Now David was in his seventy-third year and the one gift that David really wanted was withheld from him – a restored House. And so David continued to pray each day for God to heal and restore his family; to bring the broken House of David together. Even though his third wife loved and consoled him, and many of his children loved and respected him, he still grieved for many of them were apart.


Then one day, a great tragedy struck the House of David. Matthew, who was a son, and father of two daughters grieving his broken family, took his own life. The House of David was now in great grief. And David cried out to God, “O God, help me to heal and restore this House and my children, I can do nothing, nor can any of us survive our broken hearts without you!”


And so the Lord God heard David. He looked down on him and his great grief and had compassion on him and his House and answered his prayer. And on the day that the House of David came together to mourn and remember Matthew, the Spirit of the Lord God came across the hills and fields as a warm October wind and passed over and touched each member of the House of David assembled on that hill called Restoration. And this began the healing that would one day fully restore the House of David, his children and his children’s children.


And David was exceedingly glad, praising God, and God’s love and grace. Then God said to David, “I am the LORD, your God, and a God who restores to the faithful that which was destroyed. What the locusts devour, I restore!”


And so the House of David continues its journey toward restoration and healing – even to the fourth generation -- and beyond. Thanks be to God!

Is it for sale?

I saw this on Interstate 94 on the way to Milwaukee near Oconomowoc,  I am sure the cross is not for sale (or is it?), but, perhaps, the automobile next to it.  But this certainly brought a lot of things to my mind.  In our self-centered, money-loving society, why not sell the Cross?  After all, isn't everything for sale in our society?

Friday, November 12, 2010

Slowly moving forward

I had lunch yesterday with a man who told me that he had suffered the death of his wife from cancer.  We both started to tear up.  "When did it happen?", I asked.  "Fifteen years ago..." was the answer.

I have come to learn that our grief stays with us.  Never leaves us.  Things will never be the same again but they can be -- and that new "being" can become a new "normal" -- but the grief is something not cast off -- it will be a constant companion.  And in his case, even when he remarried eight years afterwards.

He told me that he was surprised that his grief came to the surface as fast as it did.  He had not thought about it for some time -- and now here it is -- right there in jfront of us!

I am approaching the holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas with a certain amount of trepidation.  This year I don't feel the excitement I usually feel at this time of year.  It will be different this year.

Daughter Yumi is back in Afghanistan after her bereavement leave.  God-willing, she will return in February or March when her unit's tour ends.  Fear and grief are closely related.

This morning on public radio's "Story Corps" there was an account from Vietnam.  The soldier telling the story was assigned to a "graves registration unit" which meant he processed the bodies of soldiers who were killed in action.  He said he didn't have nightmares about it -- just "day-mares" in which he thinks and grieves about those young men every day; even after nearly forty years have passed.

I don't think we know much about grief except that it happens and it happens in different ways to different people.  I had a dream last night in which all my anger came pouring out about Matthew's death and toward a person I believe contributed to his death.  It was ugly and angry.  And yet in my mind I know that going the "blame-route" will not help me nor anyone else in the family.  I can't go there and I find myself refusing to do so (except strangely in a dream?).

Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming.  They are times for family -- for the living, those of us left behind to heal and for this family to continue its path of restoration.  This morning Psalm 132 was scheduled to be read during my meditations.  The first verse struck me -- it was my prayer: "O God, remember David, remember all his troubles!"

That's my prayer, God.  Remember my troubles -- as I remember you, my heart for you, and your promises to me and others who remain faithful in spite of our troubles!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Praying, processing, proceeding

I was thinking today (again) about what God is showing me through this present tragedy. Not that God in any way DID this, but seeing this tragedy occurred, what and where is the learning? Is this not a reasonable question? Perhaps this is the best way to ultimately process the events that happen in our lives; that deep within is great spiritual teaching – and I need to be open to it.


Elisabeth Kubler-Ross identified “five stages of grief” in her 1969 book, On Death and Dying. It bears reviewing again. She identified five discrete stages in which people deal with grief and tragedy:



Stage 1: Denial – "I feel fine."; "This can't be happening."

Stage 2: Anger – "Why me? It's not fair!"

Stage 3: Bargaining – "Just let me live to see my children graduate."; "I'll do anything for a few more years."

Stage 4: Depression – "I'm so sad, why bother with anything?"; "I'm going to die... What's the point?"

Stage 5: Acceptance – "It's going to be okay."; "I can't fight it, I may as well prepare for it."

Kubler-Ross originally applied these stages to people suffering from terminal illness, later she applied it to any form of catastrophic personal loss (job, income, freedom) or significant life events such as the death of a loved one, divorce, drug addiction, the onset of a disease or chronic illness. She said these steps do not necessarily come in the order noted above, nor are all steps experienced by all patients, though she stated a person will always experience at least two of them.

My experience with grief is that these feelings/emotions are even more complicated and encompassing and in the instance of a suicide of a loved one, even more so. As I find myself slowing moving forward a variety of feelings come and go. It is like a large wheel going down the road: anger, blame, sadness, relief, avoidance (denial), deep grieving (crying), and (from time to time) a hint of acceptance. Each time one of these emotions “hit the road” they are experienced again -- and these continue, some more, some less, as I move forward.

Feelings (especially among us men) are strange phenomena. We have avoided and suppressed them for most of our life and now as we begin to mature (some of us earlier than others) we are able to identify them, talk about them with our loved ones. From this, we find comfort in not having to stuff/eat them as we have done for so many years.

For the past two years, I have been involved with the powerful “One Year to Live” men’s retreats sponsored by the Lutheran Men in Ministry. It has been a powerful experience for me as I have learned to connect with and give to, and receive strength from, other men.

I remember hearing a story about one men’s group that did what they called “home invasions.” A home invasion is men supporting other men who have suffered loss, tragedy, or other life-shaking events. One story went like this: upon reading in the newspaper that a man in their community had just announced he was a homosexual, his heterosexual male friends showed up at his house -- unannounced. Each man brought a ball with him. Upon receiving permission to come inside, they each presented the man with a ball as a symbol of the fact that to do what this man had done “took a lot of balls!” To me, this was a good example of men supporting other men.

So I have been thinking this week. what did I expect from my male friends? Some called me on the phone to give me love, support and prayers; others sent cards offering to help in any way they could – just call.

On one hand, I was emotionally “raw” after coming back from Los Angeles. All I wanted to do was spend time alone with Sabine and get prepared for the memorial service that was only a few days away. I don’t think I would have wanted a number of my close friends to make a “home invasion,” but did I?

This morning on my walk, I started thinking about this. I shared it with Sabine and she said that if I wanted a bunch of my male friends to come over, talk and pray with me, I should ask them. True. But should I have to ask? One side of me says, yes. If you want something ask for it. Another side says, no, my friends should automatically be there for me without my asking.

So these are some feelings I am processing. I want to be left alone to “lick my wounds” with God (and Sabine) and yet (at the same time?) I expect some continuity from the relationships I have developed with other Christian men over the past two years as a result of those powerful men’s retreats in which I participated.

But maybe this is my learning. I know so much more about loss grief and suicide. If one of my friends went through this, I would act far beyond what I thought was “appropriate” and “Christian” knowing what I know today.

There, I have it. Each one of us has a great capacity to learn -- even when experiencing one of life’s deepest tragedies! It could almost be a “self-giving/self-pouring out” experience – a witness -- in which the power of God is demonstrated to those around us.

Thanks for “listening.” And may God bless your journey, too.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Entering the Second Month



  One of the things I have learned since the suicide is the importance of family and friends.  As I enter into the second month of my grief, I find that talking to family and close friends is a most helpful exercise.  Since that tragic day, I sense that my children have come closer to each other and have recognized each other's strength and uniqueness.  We have been apart too long and now the rays of love, so prominent during that miraculous liturgy on Restoration Point, are now connecting and touching each one of us.

Time together is the cement that bonds us as we process our feelings, help one another, and remember that this will not be the last tragedy to touch us.  Life is a process of negotiating the ups and downs of our journeys and coming out the other end with new insight, new strengthen, and a growing love.

As I enter the second month, I sense it is becoming a bit easier -- a feel less "on edge," cry less frequently, and am sleeping a bit better.  I know this is not a linear but a rolling, circular progression.  I am aware that all this could change, but, nevertheless, my movement will be essentially forward...

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Almost a month has passed...

Last night I attended a "survivors of suicide" group at Dane County Mental Health. Heading there, I felt fairly solid... I was praying, processing, and, I thought, proceeding.

When I arrived I was warmly greeted and entered a room that soon filled up with about 15 people. As the group did a "check in" I felt that now-familiar deep feeling of grief starting to build up again.

By the time it was my turn I could hardly speak. "It's been nearly a month now..." was all I could gasp. My grief was still raw -- like a deep wound within me.

But thankfully I was in familiar territory. Everyone around me knew the pain I was feeling... some members of the group had been coming here for years... often after a child or grandchild had taken their life. Many of them were still experiencing the raw pain of a family suicide.

I feel like a person who has not only been shot, but been "machined gunned!" It has been a series of emotional wounds from my grandaughter Allison's death in a traffic accident three years ago, to Sabine's cancer diagnosis, chemotherapy and the stem cell transplant, my daughter Yumi's deployment to Afghanistan, Sabine's cancer flaring up earlier this summer and now Matt's suicide... How much more, Lord?  I am remembering your promise of not sending me more than I can bear...  I hold you to it, God!!

I don't want to feel like another Job (well, I don't because he seemed never to get angry at what was happening to him) but Job didn't have a suicide on top of everything else!  Maybe that would have made him angry!

My sense is that these events are going to take me a long time to recover. And, as I mentioned to Sabine this morning during our walk, I will not rule out one-on-one counselling on top of all the other prayer and support I feel from friends and family.  Anything to get through this.

Sabine tells me she thinks she is better able to handle this because she knows she has little time left and cannot afford to spend it in grief or anger.  Matt had a choice.  It was not an accident and his choice, no matter how we see it, has now brought peace to a most troubled life.

So, I try and practice my preaching: to pray, process, and proceed. But it is easier said than done. It is so easy to get stuck in anger (or as one person said last night, it's not anger, but RAGE!) and, yes, blame.  I can easily shift into the blame-game.  There is plenty of blame to go around but all it will do is drag me down into that pit.  The old saying is that you should never wrestle with a pig because you both get dirty yet the pig loves it!  Still blame has a sweet taste to it...

All of us who are struggling with a family suicide are surrounded and buffeted by all these feelings -- anger, rage, blame, sorrow, sadness, guilt, "what ifs," and deep, gnawing grief. We name it. We talk about it. Through this we are supported and loved. We lick our wounds... we go forward... even if ever so slowly.

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Healing Journey

A couple of "learnings"...

Grief is a tiring process. I find myself suddenly getting tired. After supervising Sabine's dialysis in the morning, I find that I look forward to a nap just to get through the day. Sleep at night is often a challenge. As grief has a rainbow of 24 hour emotions ranging from deep sadness to some nasty anger. Prayer and my wife, Sabine, are my sustenance. However, I have decided to join a "suicide survivors" group next week in Madison to help me negotiate this "journey."

I also find help in going through the liturgy we used on October 9th. Thankfully, we have about 300 photos from that wonderful event and putting them into a web album "movie" on YouTube has also been both helpful and healing. You can see photos taken that weekend at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahr6Vy84krs

Monday, October 18, 2010

The 20th Day

I was in public service for over 30 years.  The standard for "bereavement leave" is three days.  Thinking about this simply stunned me.  On the police department I expected my employees to return back to work in three days after the death of a parent, spouse, or child?  Were we nuts?  And are employers nuts today to continue this practice?

It is now twenty days after my son, Matthew, died.  I am only now barely emerging from the "valley of the shadow of death."  I have found this grief to be extremely tiring -- about all I can do it focus to get through Sabine's morning dialysis.  I would identify myself as being fragile and raw.

On Sunday, I was able to return to St Peter's.  I even got through my sermon without breaking down.  That's an improvement!  My congregation was a lifeline -- they prayed for use, brought us food, bedding for guests and even a camping trailer!

This Sunday I was able to share with them how we can survive these cataclysmic events in our lives through an ongoing process of praying, processing, and progressing -- moving forward step by step.  This not only applies to a death in a family but also to a divorce, job less or severe illness.  It is about loss and loss takes time to heal.

This week I am taking steps to move slightly forward.  I belong to a care-givers support group at Gilda's Club in Madison.  I know I need more.  So, I have decided to join a suicide support group that meets twice a month.  I am committed not to bury all the feelings that surround a suicide and to enter into this process not only for my own healing, but also to learn more about grief and loss in order to help others.

That is our journey -- our spiritual journey -- as human persons whether or not one believes in God, the hereafter, or not.

Stay tuned for more reports from the front line.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Moving into and through Grief

It is now 16 days since my son, Matt, died.  What sustains me? How am I processing this enormous grief? It is a three-step process for me – Praying, Processing, Proceeding. It is an on-going process and not sequential. I pray. I am covered in prayer by my friends. I process. What am I feeling? I give it voice (through these blogs). I talk and I weep. Through prayer and processing, I move forward – the step forward into life not holding on the past but also looking forward to the future. From great evil, great pain and despair, God can make good come of it. I know this to be true.

And I also find sustenance in God’s Word; especially Paul’s Letter to the Romans:

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us… We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time… But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has?... In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express… And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him… What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?...


“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?... For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8:21 ff).

This is what sustains me.

I hold God to his promises… I pray. I process. I proceed.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Memorial Service

October 9, 2010 – Matt’s Memorial Service



Okay, here goes! How can describe this day and the days leading up to it and the days following? When I asked my wife, Sabine, how she would describe the day on a scale of one to ten, she said, “Twenty!” And I agree!

Family members began to arrive on Thursday and continue to Saturday and some stayed through the next week. On Friday, the massive “Matthew stone” arrived from the quarry and stone-carvers shop after son, Peter, and grandson, Ben, went to Galena, IL and picked it up in my pickup truck. It was then moved to the top of the hill in back of our farmhouse we now call “Restoration Point.” Thankfully, our friends at the hardware store in Mazomanie offered to provide a forklift to maneuver the ½ ton stone into place.

Thursday afternoon found a number of family members in our screen house reading letters of sympathy and support. I was only good for one round before I had to adjourn. Grief comes that way upon us, suddenly, often in unsuspecting times and places.

The liturgy began on Saturday just after noon with a fellowship meal brought to our farm by our wonderful parishioners at St Peter’s in North Lake. The day was spectacular: sunny, temperature in the 80s, and vibrant fall coloring in our woods. Our friends, Andy and Kathy, brought a car full of food and treats! What a wonderful way to begin with this time for food, fellowship, connection, and story-telling.

I asked my dear friend, Jeff, to be the worship leader. Jeff and I have known each other since I got out of seminary and he was my pastoral education teacher when I did a year chaplain residency at Meriter Hospital where he is the director of spiritual care. Jeff and his wife, Bonnie, live down the road from us and we do a lot of biking together in the rolling hills which surround us.

At 2:30 we all assembled on the path which winds up to Restoration Point. Jeff made the following remarks to us: “Your steps toward healing and restoration are ones you don’t need to make alone. Look around you, go ahead. You are a family, combined and complex… We know Matt felt peace here, for this is where he wanted his final resting place to be. Today’s steps up this hill are symbolic of your journey toward healing and restoration. It may take a lifetime to figure out what good may come out of what appears to be so bad. It is a journey that is not helped by going it alone, laughing in denial, or resigning in despair. It begins today from the place we are standing now. Let us walk this path to Restoration Point where Matt’s ashes will eventually be spread with the ashes of today’s fire. Let us make this walk in silence.”

And so we began the 30 minute walk up the hill. When we neared the top, we met those who needed assistance and then we all processed the rest of the way up the path with items for the Table: flowers, candles, a large cross, a white tablecloth, photos of Matt, and bread, wine, and chalice.

When we arrived on top, we set the Table and I anointed the palm of each person as they entered the clearing which contained Matt’s stone. The holy oil I used was the same oil I had used to anoint Matt’s body in Los Angeles just a few days before. We sat on blankets that encircled the stone and Table. Michael lit the ceremonial fire and Jeff prayed an opening prayer for our family – asking God to heal us in our grief, that we would not be overwhelmed by grief but have confidence in God’s goodness and strength in the days to come.

Tammy read the first lesson from scripture: 1 John 4:7-21, “Love is from God… If we love one another, God lives in us and his love is perfected in us…” Then Karl read the second lesson which was from 1st Corinthians 13:1-13, “Love is… patient… kind… not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude… does not insist on its own way… is not irritable or resentful… does not rejoice in wrongdoing… but rejoices in truth.”

Then most of us shared the letters we were asked earlier in the week to write to Matt. Some of us were able to read them before we cast them into the fire. Others (like me) simply were not able to read them out loud. In my case, Jeff read my letter to Matt:

(If you wish to view a copy of this letter, please contact me)
After finishing our letters, we cast them into the fire where their ashes would be mixed with Matt’s ashes and spread on this ground – this “Restoration Point” which is both a piece of land, but also a point of beginning in our lives together.

When we were all finished, we blessed the bread and wine, broke the bread and said the Lord’s Prayer together. Bread and wine were passed and shared: “Receive this bread/wine in love.” An Agape Meal of forgiveness, healing, restoration and love.

We concluded with a departing prayer. The same one I had used after anointing Matt’s body:

“Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant Matthew. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light. Amen.”

We then concluded with a Celtic blessing:

“O Christ of the poor and the yearning,
kindle my heart within.
A flame of love for my neighbor,
for my foe, for my friend,
for my kindred all.”

Next we formed a “Circle of Love” around Matt’s stone and passed love through a hand-squeeze up one arm, into our heart, and out the other arm. Love was passed around this circle to each one of us.

“There is an end, and a new beginning.”

We were invited to leave the hill when we felt ready. Most of us stayed on the hill, taking family pictures, hugging, laughing… then crying… then laughing again. Then some of us sat in silence and slowly moved down the hill.

It is Sabine and my plan that this 20 acre parcel of land, with access off a nearby township road, be kept in the Couper family – for perpetuity – as a place for memorials, celebrations, visitations and recreation – to be a point of restoration.

Pictures of the memorial liturgy can be seen at: http://picasaweb.google.com/davidccouper/MattSMemorialAlbum?authkey=Gv1sRgCPeGo5zJroWsUQ#

As for me, I am beginning to heal. This is a great grief but it is somehow lessened by being family – finally after years of pain and separation.

My hope and love are beyond measure.

Matt is happy as God holds all of us in the palm of his hand.




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The Obituary

Matthew Couper, age 42, died unexpectedly at his home in Los Angeles on September 29, 2010. He was born in Minneapolis, MN on June 13, 1968 and was graduated from Madison (WI) Memorial High School.

Matthew was preceded in death by his grandparents, Jack and Elsa Couper and Leroy and Sally Kugler, and niece Allison Couper.

He is survived by his two daughters whom he deeply loved, Heather of Kawkawlin, MI and Gracie of San Diego, his father and step-mother, David C. Couper and Sabine Lobitz, his mother and step-father, Julie (Kugler) and Donald Manter, brothers Peter (Tamara), Michael, Joshua Couper, and Charley Manter; sisters Catherine Hubbard, Sarah Ineichen, Jennifer (Karl) Almquist, Sumi (Scott Shimek) and Yumi Couper, along with numerous aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews.

A family memorial service and rite of Christian burial will be held on the Couper farm near Blue Mounds, WI on October 9, 2010, officiated by the Rev. Jeffrey Billerbeck.

“’A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping…
There is hope for your future,’ declares the LORD, ‘your children will
return to their own land.’”
(Jeremiah 31:15, 17)

Monday, October 11, 2010

Matt's Memorial Service

It is now Monday morning.  Most of the family have returned home.  The memorial service for Matt on Saturday afternoon -- a warm, bright fall day in the 80s -- was "over the top."  By far, the best memorial, healing, restoration service I have ever witness or presided over in my 15 years of ministry!  God blessed us -- everyone!

Pictures and description will be forthcoming.

God, you are powerful and I deeply thank you on behalf of my family...


Thursday, October 7, 2010

Safely Home

Safely home!  Sabine picked me up at the airport in Madison and we drove home together.  I am not used to being away from her for so long.  Returning to the farm, I noticed the trees were beginning to put on their fall color.  It was a warm evening.  When I finally hit the sack, I slept the first time in over 24 hours.  It was delicious.  Waking up in the morning, walking our trails and discussing plans for Saturday put me in a most peaceful place.

Some of us had prayed that Matthew's memorial stone would be completed -- this morning I received a phone call that it was ready to pickup in Galena.  Thanks be to God!

The family now prepares for the next steps -- the healing steps -- the restoration that can be ours in the midst of all this pain and sorrow.

Other members of the family, Matt's eight brothers and sisters, and their children and other family members will start coming to the farm today and tomorrow in preparation for Saturday afternoon.  The weather looks good, 85 degrees predicted and sunshine.  The "peace that passes understanding" awaits us.

Going through family pictures of Matt this morning brought tears again.  I hadn't wept at all yesterday thinking, hmmm, for six days you weep and on the seventh you rest.  It is now, for me, the beginning of the second week -- six days of weeping and on the seventh I may rest...

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

An Exhausting Day

I am sitting in the airport at LAX. It is 2 a.m. in the morning. I arrived here a couple of hours ago because I simply couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned for three hours in bed. Then I got up and drove here in my rental car. Better, I thought, to go to the airport and try and get an earlier flight. No luck. So here I am, waiting for my 5:45 a.m. flight to Detroit -- and then to Madison and our farm in Blue Mounds.

I arrived in Los Angeles on Thursday. It has been an emotional rollercoaster since I first learned of Matthew’s death on Wednesday afternoon. I was able to sleep that night – but not much. And here it is already Wednesday morning! How many hours of sleep these past six days? Too few.

I have been staying in Michael’s home with him, my daughter, Jennifer, my former wife, Julie, her husband, Don, and son, Charley. Some of us strangers with only one thing in common – Matthew.

Any death is tragic, but a suicide seems to be even more tragic. It affects more lives, more intensely, and requires so much more from everyone. There is getting the body released from the coroner’s office, making final decisions and arrangements with a funeral home, handling the property and personal effects of the deceased, contacting his family -- especially his children.

Yesterday, we were finally able to view Matt’s body. It was a time of saying goodbye and a time for Jenny and I to anoint him before cremation. That afternoon there was a “wake” at Michael’s home. A time where his friends came, ate, and visited. It was a nice afternoon but I could feel the emotional weariness begin to deeply set in.

How many phone calls, emails, and text messages had I made and sent during these six days? At least a hundred. How many times had I wept? More than fifty. I had never felt such rolling, cyclic grief before and I had never wept so much before so many people.

And now I sit here in LAX – dazed, drained, yet with anticipation of my flight home – perhaps a time to sleep? To see, and hold and kiss Sabine again and to prepare for the weekend memorial service that will, for the first time ever, bring all nine of my children together – from California, Minnesota, Florida, Wisconsin, New Jersey, and Afghanistan, on top of that hill in our woods. It has been Sabine’s dream (and my dream as well) to see this family restored and finally acknowledging her three children as full members of the Couper clan.

The last six days have been an opportunity for me to begin the restoration process – to repair the personal damage the divorce did to me, Julie and the children. To visit Matt’s former wife and daughter in San Diego. To finally get to know Julie’s husband, Don, and their son, Charley (Jenny and Michael were there with me to help bridge that thirty-year relational chasm). To both forgive and move forward as a family that could enfold all these people. The once-thought impossible now can be possible.

Throughout this phase of the restoration, the power of prayer has been both felt and experienced. This could not have been possible; I could not have negotiated this week, without it. It has been the prayers of my children, the prayers of our friends, the prayers of numerous church congregations that have made this possible and to this I am eternally thankful. My dear, dear children and friends – thank you! And God, you are present, you hold me up, you have strengthened me through this ordeal – this tragic event – and I know you hold my son in your arms. I know you keep your promises. I know you remember the day he was born and the day I stood and held you in your church and heard those blessed words after his baptism, “Matthew, you are marked and sealed as Christ’s own, forever.” God never forgot that declaration. And when Matt, from time to time, turned his back on God, God never, ever, turned his back on Matthew. And that’s the gospel truth!

O Lord, protect us as we journey to Blue Mounds. Keep us safe. We miss Matthew. Help us remember who you are and why knowing you is important to each one of us for our healing and restoration. Amen.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Anointing

[What are the characteristics of a writer? He writes. And he uses his writing to speak his heart. One of my primary “love languages” (see: http://www.5lovelanguages.com/) is words – and that is another reason I write…]


Today Matt’s body was available for viewing at the funeral home before his cremation. I am now back at Michael’s home after going to the funeral home with my daughter, Jennifer, my former wife, Julie, and her husband, Don, and their child, Charley.

On our trip back from San Diego, Jennifer and I decided to anoint Matt’s body prior to his cremation; to cleanse him as a sacrificial offering, but also to do to Matt as three other women had done to Jesus after he died. “When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus' body” (Mark 16:1).

This was the fearful day I had always imagined; maybe the day every member of a broken family fears – a day when a family member dies. I had both thought and feared that our shattered family would one day have to come together at the death of one of us. It is a family blended and merged and now consists of nine children. And there I was, one of my children has tragically died, took his own life. And now I stood outside the funeral home with my former wife. I said to her, “Julie, I have always dreaded this day and now it is here. Do you truly forgive me for all that has passed between us? For I want you do know that I truly forgive you.” We forgave each other, embraced and entered the building.

As we anointed Matt’s body we prayed, “Lord, received the soul of Matthew, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive him into your arms and into the blessed company of the saints in light.” We marked him with holy oil with the sign of the cross on his head and over his heart. We told him we forgave him and loved him.

He now is healed and in a place where there is no sorrow, no weeping, no pain.

Afterwards, I had the opportunity to embrace Don, my former wife’s husband and thank him for caring for and loving Julie and my children.

I don’t know how I would have been able to have the strength to live through this week without the “sure and certain hope” of the resurrection -- and that God will hold me up. I also have the feeling of being uplifted by my friends and men with whom I have served on the OYTL Retreats for the cyclic pain and grief that continues to sweep over me is a pain and grief I have never experienced before. It is something that can drop me to my knees and yet somehow raises me up again.

Matt has now been anointed. He rests in the arms of God.

I can get on that airplane tomorrow morning at 5:45 a.m. and return home to my beloved wife and family members who will assemble on that hilltop in the beautiful unglaciated hills of Wisconsin and open themselves to more of God’s anointing through his Spirit. Integrity… Restoration… And faith in the true and living God. It is a peace that passes all my understanding. Amen. Thanks be to God.

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Grieving Fields

A person doesn’t often get to witness to that New Testament kind of God-power. However, my daughter, Jennifer, and I did yesterday. After three days in Los Angeles making arrangements and sorting things out after the death of my son and her brother, Matthew, we were ready for some church. We were all staying at son Michael’s home near West Hollywood and so I did a “Google-check” on local churches. I found one nearby and when we attempted to find it, but we couldn’t. We wanted to attend church to lift us up before we drove to San Diego to visit Matt’s daughter and his former wife who live there.

So both of us prayed out loud, “Lord, we need to find a church, please help us.” We drove by a Chinese Christian church but all the information on the sign board was in Chinese. We joked about that day on Pentecost when the disciples understood many foreign languages. I remarked that when I visit churches I always check out their commitment to welcoming and hospitality. I often find churches that are quite deficient in this area. We continued to drive down North Alvardo when we saw a steeple cross on a side street building. The doors were open. The sign was in English and a single parking place was available across the street. On the door was a sign announcing worship services at various hours in Spanish, Cambodian, Tagalog and English. We walked into the church and noticed the worshippers were all Asian and, we later found out, worshipping in Cambodian. A lovely young woman welcomed us, asked us to please sit down, and told us the English service would be beginning shortly and we could wait here.

Soon we were served Holy Communion, the woman who greeted us took a seat behind us and told us the minister was preaching on Philippians, chapter 4:

“Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you” (my emphasis).

We quietly talked to the woman and then she put her hands on our shoulders and began to pray for our family, the journey we were on, and healing. Whaap! Tears of strength, healing, and restoration filled our eyes. We were truly anointed – blessed – strengthened!

After the service we were invited to lunch and ate a wonderful Cambodian meal with bread that reminded me of my visit to Cambodia some years ago. Then the pastor came and talked to us. He told us that he knew about grief. He had lost his parents, brothers and sisters in the “killing fields” of Cambodia (see: http://www.charismamag.com/index.php/news/20236-notorious-cambodian-killer-seeks-forgiveness), fled to Thailand, found Christ in the refugee camp, and arrived virtually alone and penniless in America. But he had something. He had the hope and faith of Jesus. He went to work, then bible college, and now had been a pastor for over twenty years! What a witness from a man who knew deep pain! The kind of pain Jennifer and I and the rest of my family were presently experiencing.

After lunch we headed south to San Diego – strengthened and anointed. Seeing Matt’s daughter, my granddaughter, and Jenny's neice again was another blessing. Jenny sat her down and they did artwork together, His daughter, who is seven, drew beautiful pictures of her and her dad at the water park we visited this summer, their time at the beach here in California, and playing ball together. More healing. And then she drew a beautiful, multi-colored picture of how she imagined heaven to be: “A great place!” and then wrote this on it:

“Dear Daddy, I will miss you so much!"

God’s restoration continues… "I will repay you for the years the locusts have eaten…” (Joel 2:25).

In the morning we drove back to Los Angeles. We will meet as a family at the farm on Saturday.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Keeping the Fourth Commandment

“Physician heal thyself – and pastor practice your preaching” How many of us struggle with the 4th commandment – you know, the one about Sabbath.


“Observe the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Work six days and do everything you need to do. But the seventh day is a Sabbath to God, your God. Don't do any work… For in six days God made Heaven, Earth, and sea, and everything in them; he rested on the seventh day. Therefore God blessed the Sabbath day; he set it apart as a holy day” (Exodus 20:8-11, The Message).

Sabbath is to be a day of personal rest and worship. Sabbath comes from the Greek “sabbaton” and the Hebrew “shabbath.” It literally means REST.

Now most of us who are not extremely devout and keepers of God’s law (like Orthodox Jews) fail miserably in keeping the 4th commandment. I know that I do. Why is this so? For me it has been a struggle all my religious life. As a priest, I work on the Sabbath and am busy all week. But is this good for either my soul or my body? Obviously not. God has a good reason to give us this commandment (along with the other nine) to help us live more effectively and peacefully in this life -- like honoring our relationships and not doing murder, adultery, stealing, telling lies about our neighbors or lusting after them and their stuff.

So, enough of my Sabbath avoidance! It really wasn’t the Bible that brought me to this conclusion but a powerful Yom Kippur sermon by Rabbi Chuck Feinberg – an old acquaintance of mine when he lived in Madison. Rabbi Feinberg reminded me that when we can’t even take one day off a week from our frenetic lives, how can we ever expect to be present and attentive -- to one another or to God?

I don’t know about you but I have become a slave to our technology (but at least I don’t “Twitter!”). According to researchers who study our technology use, people who work at a desk regularly check forty different websites a day. They will switch programs over 30 times an hour. They talk on their cellphones in their office, on the way home, and even while exercising. We check emails every ten minutes. And we now consume three times the amount of information we did in 1960. Are we three times smarter? I doubt it.

Sure there’s some good to our technology. We are more entertained and more connected with more people. But is the quality of our relationships better? Are we more present and aware? Do we generously listen to others? Or are we overly tied to our devices: phones, televisions, radios, DVDs, CDs, video games, IPods, kindles, laptops and Twitter pronouncements? We multi-task and think we are doing a number of tasks as well as we can do one. We can’t and it’s been proven.

We know there is a cost to all this. And the cost is stress and it affects our mental, physical and spiritual health. We are a people who are over-worked, over-emailed, stressed-out, and sleep-deprived. We are desperately in need of Sabbath!

Now I am not suggesting we become Luddites and work to eliminate the technology tools that make up our modern life and in many ways make it easier. Matt Richtel, technology reporter for the NY Times suggests, make an analogy between technology and food, “Just as food nourishes us… so, too, in the 21st century, in the modern age, we need technology. You cannot survive without communication tools… And yet, food has pros and cons to it. We know that some food is Twinkies and some is Brussels sprouts… And if we consume too much technology, just like if we consume too much food, it can have ill effects.”

With that in mind, I am going to try and limit my Twinkies and increase my Brussels sprouts! I do not suggest we go on a famine, but rather diet from some of our technology. That is why I have decided to start observing a Sabbath day each week. (And it’s about time I did this!) I work on Sunday when I preach and lead worship. It is not a day of rest for me. Sunday is also a day in which I help my wife dialysis in our home. So I am choosing another day during the week which will be my Sabbath day; that will be the day I will fast from technology and work – a day I will rest both my mind and body. This week my Sabbath day is tomorrow. On that day:

1. I will not answer the phone – I will let it go to voice mail – I will only answer emergencies.

2. I will not turn on my computer or IPhone.

3. I will not watch television, listen to the radio, or use my IPod.

4. I will do no work on that day.

5. I will restrict my automobile travel.

The purpose of Sabbath is to increase our love of God through appreciation of God’s creation. It is also a day in which we need to relax; to slow down and preserve our health and reduce the stress in our lives. Sabbath prevents us from working ourselves to sickness and an early death.

My Sabbath day will be a day in which I will be THANKFUL – Thankful to God, wife, family and friends!

I will keep you posted on how I am doing! And please pray for me!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Another Awesome Men's Retreat

Staff preparation the day before the retreat begins.
FALL OYTL


MACKENZIE CENTER, POYNETTE, WI

I just wrapped up my 4th One Year to Live (OYTL) retreat – one as a participant and three as a staff member. All I can say (again) is WOW! This past retreat I was especially blessed by having two of my sons attend along with my brother-in-law. While it is necessary to maintain confidentiality in the retreat process, the output of it can discussed and should be! And the output I see is men changed for the better – men finding authenticity and integrity in their lives in being the man God created them to be.

We men often approach life as a battle between work and family. We are torn between the two great obligations of our lives. Around age forty we come to the perceived mid-point of our lives – half-time. It is a time of reflection and making an analysis, so far, of our life-game. How has the first half been played? What is the scorecard for family? For work? If we are behind in our life-game we need to go into our half-time with a plan. If we continue the same game plan we did for the first half and we have fallen behind, unless we change our game plan for the next half we will end up losing the one game in our life that counts.

Thankfully, the OYTL not only attracts young men to the retreat but also men who are in the second half and will be willing to share their offensive and defensive plans and techniques that put them into the winner category with younger men. Modern life is not easy. Hell, it’s damn difficult! We all know that. But unless we check on how we are doing in both of those two important life categories, the chance is that the mistakes which occurred during the first half of our life will continue being made into our second half. At OYTL, men can coach one another to a more successful second half – each man’s “A” game!

If I was to identify the characteristics of an OYTL retreat it would be these:

Christ-centered.
Biblically-based.
Spiritually gifted.
Redemptive.
Lay-led.

Christ-centered. OYTL connects men to the life and teachings of Jesus of Nazareth and the strong, manly characteristics he exercised. Jesus was a strong man, not the wimpy guy we once met in Sunday school! (Marcus Borg said that in his book, Meeting Jesus Again for the First Time)! We think we know who Jesus is but each one of us needs to meet him again as an adult. Jesus was a man who knew who he was, why he existed, and what he needed to do.

Biblically-based. Everything we do during the retreat is in the Bible. The retreat is designed for both committed Christian men and those seeking a deeper faith. This is a powerful God-experience few retreats provide. If a man comes with an open heart, we can almost guarantee it!

Spiritually gifted. All those spiritual gifts Paul identifies in his first letter to the Corinthians are welcomed and encouraged.

“To one there is given through the Spirit the message of wisdom, to another the message of knowledge by means of the same Spirit, to another faith by the same Spirit, to another gifts of healing by that one Spirit, to another miraculous powers, to another prophecy, to another distinguishing between spirits, to another speaking in different kinds of tongues, and to still another the interpretation of tongues” (12:7-10)

When Jesus departed this life he said he would send us a “Helper.” This Helper is the Third Person of the Trinity -- The Holy Spirit. Jesus said this Helper/Spirit would enable us to do even greater things than he did (John 14:12). During this weekend, men encounter the Spirit, are healed, sent out, and given wisdom and strength in their lives. They become better husbands, fathers and friends – the “new creations” Paul preached (2 Corinthians 5;17, Galatians 6:15)

Redemptive. As a result of the Spirit’s mighty presence and work during this weekend and following it, men’s lives are raised up and redeemed. Change is no longer hoped for, prayed for, but felt and experienced! Men are saved from the sin that has dominated their lives up until this time. The women in these men’s lives know it.

Lay-led. The retreats are led not by clergy, theologians, or other professionals but by men who have experienced Jesus in their lives and wish to share him. Every staff member has been a participant on an OYTL weekend. Those men who are called to help others come back as staff members then serve on another retreat in a learning capacity. One their third retreat they can be assigned as a group leader. Thus, the OYTL weekends are led by men who first came as a participant. Therefore, no man asks another man to do anything he, himself, has not done and will be willing to do again.

Men, the OYTL retreats are a gift to us from God; a gift to help us stand up as godly men and be trusted, authentic, friends, husbands, fathers and brothers.

I can think of no better experience for men in today’s society than this retreat and then engaging in one of the follow-up groups.

For more information about OYTL retreats see: http://www.lutheranmeninmission.org/events/oytl.html

Local retreats at the Mackenzie Center, Poynette, WI

March 25-27, 2011 and September 15-18, 2011

Other OYTL Retreats

Colorado: July 21-24 Denver Men’s Ministry Conference and Get-Together for all OYTL graduates. (There will be a OYTL retreat in the Denver area either before or after the conference).

South Carolina: Leesville, Camp Kinard, November 5-7, 2010

Saturday, September 11, 2010

The Spirituality of Solitude

[The following is from a talk I gave at the Annual "Fighting Bobfest," Sauk County Fairgrounds, Baraboo, Wisconsin on September 11, 2010.  In it, I suggest that the solitude encountered in leadership can be a growth experience and necessary if one is to sincerely live his or her values.]


LEADING VALUES
It is difficult to separate the personal values we all hold from those which were held by the Founders of this great nation and immortalized in our Constitution and Bill of Rights. These human rights values should not only drive not only our institutions and their leaders, but also our daily lives and behavior.

Of course, values without action are meaningless. And putting values into action is what leadership is all about. What do I mean when I say “leadership?” I think one of the best definitions comes from John Quincy Adams, 2nd President of the United States:

“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.”

In other words, leadership is enabling others to dream, learn, and both do and become more.

Leadership is not an easy task – in fact it often can become a lonely experience.

Looking back at my life, I think about the times I had to stand up and be a leader. It never was easy. It often was lonely.

As a young police officer, I requested to walk a solitary foot beat in an tough inner-city neighborhood. It was the first footbeat in that area. All the other footbeats in town served the business community. Serving this neighborhood seemed like the right thing to do. But if I was to survive, I knew I had to develop trusting relationships with those who lived in this neighborhood; those whom I was sworn to both protect and serve. (Simple words aren’t they? “Protect and Serve.” You see them on the doors of police cars in many cities, but to act on them is not so easy… “Protecting and Serving” is more than three words on a car door or business card.)

In addition, working in a place where everyone didn’t necessarily welcome my presence, and with little support from my colleagues for what I was doing, meant I had to really work on those relationships and build trust with those who lived there.

I learned a lot those during those years in which I split my time between patrolling the streets and back alleys of Minneapolis and attending classes at the university.

So, when I came to Madison as their new police chief, I already knew things had to change in the department. That’s why I was hired. I was expected to bring in reform and change especially in the way the department was handling protest. The old ways of handling conflict were simply no longer working. The basically all-white and all-male police department was fighting protesters downtown and charges of racial and gender insensitivity in other parts of the city. Nevertheless, I quickly came to see that my problem wasn’t with the community -- it was with the cops.

Many of them were not buying into my agenda for change and improvement. Most of them could not believe there could be other ways of handling protest… therefore, it came to be that anything I suggested was resisted.

Before I came to Madison, I had enjoyed the camaraderie of police officers and was part of that culture. While my colleagues may not have always agreed with my views on policing, I always felt I was one of them. When I came to Madison all that changed. To many officers. I was not one of them, I was an outsider and I felt the isolation. I had a choice. Was I going to back off or press on? Was it going to be the depression of loneliness and going along with the way things were -- or if I didn’t, would I find internal strength in the solitude I was about to enter?

It took me between 10-15 years of my life in a bureaucracy of less than 500 employees to finally build a new coalition of police officers who were educated, diverse, and committed the idea of a democratic police. During that time, I learned about the solitude of leadership.

After I retired, a team of independent researchers conducted a three-year study about changing police in Madison. They wrote this in their final report:

“It is possible to change a traditional, control- oriented police organization into one in which employees become members of work teams and participants in decision-making processes. The Madison Police Department has changed the inside, with apparent benefits as reflected by improved attitudes, for employees. This research suggests that associated with these internal changes are external benefits for citizens, including indications of reductions in crime and reduced levels of concern about crime.”

Doing so required leaders, and not just me, to know WHO they were and WHERE they were going. They had to stand up to those both above and below them who did not want to change. They had to understand and accept the solitude of leadership.

A colleague of mine recently sent me a copy of a talk given by William Deresiewicz of Yale University. It is about leadership in a bureaucracy. It was the speech he had given last October to the incoming class at West Point.

Deresiewicz talked the danger to those who attempt to lead with their values – especially those who choose to lead in large bureaucracies like the US military, corporations, churches, or large financial institutions. He was talking to young men and women who would soon be leaders in one of the largest bureaucracies the world has ever seen – the US Army.

I have a very personal interest in what he had to say. I, too, have served in the military, and studied and practiced leadership for most of my life. But even more importantly, my daughter now serves in that bureaucracy. She is an Army officer stationed today in Afghanistan. When I told her about the article by Deresiewicz that I am about to discuss, she told me that she, and her fellow junior grade officers, had already read it. That, by the way, is a very hopeful sign.

Here is part of what Deresiewicz said:

“Many people you will meet as you negotiate the bureaucracy of the Army [or for that matter of whatever institution you end up giving your talents to after the Army, whether it’s Microsoft or the World Bank or whatever—the head of my department] had no genius for organizing or initiative or even order, no particular learning or intelligence, no distinguishing characteristics at all. Just the ability to keep the routine going…”


He went on… “Why is it so often that the best people are stuck in the middle and the people who are running things—the leaders—are the mediocrities? Because excellence isn’t usually what gets you up the greasy pole. What gets you up is a talent for maneuvering. Kissing up to the people above you, kicking down to the people below you. Pleasing your teachers, pleasing your superiors, picking a powerful mentor and riding his coattails until it’s time to stab him in the back. Jumping through hoops. Getting along by going along. Being whatever other people want you to be, so that it finally comes to seem that… you have nothing inside you at all. Not taking stupid risks like trying to change how things are done or question why they’re done. Just keeping the routine going.”

Now I have spent my life in three large bureaucracies – the military, the police and the church. I have spent a lot of my energy questioning, challenging, trying to improve how things are done, and taking risks.

What Deresiewicz had to say is true in my experience. Bureaucracy is primarily about two things: pleasing superiors and never taking a risk; in short, being mediocre! – just “keeping the routine going.”

The danger of mediocrity becoming the norm in our nation’s major institutions is very troubling. In fact, it is down-right disturbing!

But being fore-warned is being fore-armed. While those entering into leadership may hold our nation’s values, they will be confronted with things that are wrong in their organizations and the question will be, “Will they have the courage to do what is right?” Believing and doing do not necessarily flow out from one another.

But more importantly, will they – or you -- even know what the right thing is? Because when you stand and say, “No, I refuse,” to authority; when you challenge a wrong-headed policy or illegal or immoral organizational direction, when you say “this is not right and I will not do it!” you may lose loyalty, support, or the approval of those serving both above and below you -- maybe even your friends. You may lose your job or your best friend!

And that is where solitude comes in. And that is why it is important for you, if you choose to lead, to know WHO you really are and WHAT you truly stand for. And be able to do it when almost everyone will think you are either wrong or a trouble-maker!

“I was only following orders” doesn’t cut it anymore. Leaders must prepare themselves to act on the tough situations before they happen. It’s not what the company or organization believes, it’s not even what the church believes, or what your friends or colleagues believe – It’s what YOU believe!

Now you have heard both the words “loneliness” and “solitude” today. They are closely related. But they are different. If doing the right thing results in loneliness rather than in the spiritual strength that can be found in solitude, then making the right choice, the right decision, will be difficult, if not impossible.

To Deresiewicz, the very essence of leadership is solitude.

“The position of the leader is ultimately an intensely solitary, even intensely lonely one. However many people you may consult, you are the one who has to make the hard decisions. And at such moments, all you really have is yourself.”

And I would add that you must be in the position of both preparing for and knowing that you are enough to do the right thing in the face of all the pressure and sanctions your organization can throw in your face – and your career. That means thinking about what you are going to do before your values are challenged.

Let’s now look at the impact that leadership can have outside the bureaucracy. Can leadership outside the bureaucracy have an impact? Well, in 2006, Greg Mortenson, a former mountain climber turned humanitarian wrote a book about his work in Pakistan called Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Promote Peace ... One School at a Time. If you haven’t read the book, you should.

The original title captures what this book is really all about Three Cups of Tea: One Man's Mission to Fight Terrorism and Build Nations ... It’s about fighting terrorism and building nations without killing people. For nine years now we have been retaliating for what happened on this day nine years ago. We have killed and been killed. We have spent trillions of dollars. And how’s it working for us?

Greg Mortenson has another idea. His title, “Three cups of tea” comes from a local saying in the Baltistan area of Pakistan:

The first time you share tea with me, you are a stranger.
The second time you take tea, you are an honored guest.
The third time you share a cup of tea, you become family.

Working outside of government agencies, outside of bureaucracy, Mortenson was able to “become family;” to build hundreds schools, which educated girls along with boys, in the rural areas of Pakistan and Afghanistan. A lesson for America? Didn’t we do this after World War II? Didn’t we help those with whom we were at war rebuild their nations?

“USA Today” recently reported that General Petraeus had read Mortenson’s book and ordered his staff to do likewise. This is encouraging. Perhaps in this giant bureaucracy, someone will question, will try something new, will take a risk… will be a leader!

The question is whether or not there is a better way of helping people other than by threat and force? Does killing people lead to their submission or their resistance? I think we all know the answer to that question. We don’t have to look too far back in history to find it.

Now I am not an absolute pacifist. I believe physical force should always be a last resort. I can support armed intervention when we follow the principles of what we Christians call a “just war.” However, when we use physical force, either individually or as a nation, we must admit it is a failure of both our leadership and diplomacy.

After General Petraeus had read the book, Mortenson reported that he received an email from him with three points he said he had gleaned from the book:

• Build relationships,
• listen more, and
• have more humility and respect.

Well, that IS another way… but will the largest bureaucracy in the world, in the richest nation in the world, be able to implement new ways of thinking and new approaches in order to keep America safe?

Being able to do this could not only save thousands of lives and billions of dollars but could make the world a better and safer place for every one of us. Just to put this into perspective: We can build almost 20 schools for the cost of putting one soldier in Afghanistan for one year.

The sooner the rest of our government and military can begin to practice the leadership implied in those three points:

• building trusting relationships,
• generously listening to others, and
• being humble and respectful while doing it,

the safer we will be at home and abroad. And, more importantly, we will be a better people for having done it.

When we practice these three values not only in our foreign policy, but in our personal relationships at home, at work and in our neighborhoods, we will see our lives become better.

So let’s try it now. Seriously, turn to a person around you whom you do not know. Introduce yourself to that person,

• Ask them why they are here today.
• Listen to what they have to say.
• Then tell them who you are and why you are here.

Well, how was it? I think it is now time for us to strongly define ourselves as to who we are as a people. We are not what others around the world see us to be. As long as those misrepresentations exist, we are all in grave danger. And that is why the last election was about hope, participation, and peace.

Now let’s make sure these values result in ACTION throughout our nation.

When we require those who represent us from town boards to school boards; from city councils to Congress, to recognize and practice our values like building relationships, listening, and being humble and respectful toward others, we will be a country which truly promotes peace – ONE PERSON, ONE RELATIONSHIP AT A TIME!

Thank you for listening and reaching out to one another. May God bless you -- and God bless America and all the nations of the world!

[William Deresiewicz West Point speech can be found at: http://www.theamericanscholar.org/solitude-and-leadership/#hide]