
Preview of In the Presence of My Enemies, by Gracia Burnham:

This is our last week to study Caring without Wearing and this lesson gives us an opportunity to reflect on Carol’s teaching and to decide how we want to incorporate her wisdom into our lives. While each question is important, I’d like us to take time to share our responses to questions 4-12. You don’t have to comment on each of those, but what stands out to you from this set of questions?
This morning, a friend wrote these words on her blog: “I’m feeling like I’m out of balance with my personal, work and spiritual life. It seems that at least once a year I come to this place. This place where, even though I didn’t plan it, all the things in my life converge and I try to be in four places at once. Then, I step back, take a look at my lack of exercise, poor eating habits, restless and nightmare-filled sleep and try to rein it all in again.” Do you identify with her words? Well, take heart—this chapter gives us an opportunity to take a “time out” and examine why we get in these places and how we might get out.
Would you please post your answers to questions 7, 8 and 9 this week? Thanks. I’m looking forward to your comments.
I work for Link Care Center, a counseling center that serves pastors and missionaries around the world. Many people come to Link Care because they become overwhelmed or burnt out in their work. Self-care hasn’t been on their priority list and they’ve fallen into depression or discouragement because they only cared for others. Learning to have balance in our lives is so important and it is what Carol is writing about in this chapter.
I love the title of this chapter, “Be Gentle with Yourself.” Do you need that reminder as much as I do? The five expectations that Carol lists in this chapter have all been present in my life at one time or another, though I think the first one has been the most persistent. Carol imagines Jethro encouraging Moses to be gentle with himself. To be realistic about what he can expect from himself, is an admonition I need to hear, too.
It is really, really easy for me to feel overwhelmed and condemned to bad patterns when I read a book like this. I wonder if I’ll be able to change. Do you? Well, for this week, let’s choose one of the four hindrances and present it to God in prayer and ask Him to help us grow in that area. So, for our sharing comments, please tell us which one you chose and why, and what kind of change you’d like to experience.
Then, since we aren’t able to listen to each other, find someone to listen to. Practice just being quiet while they talk. At the end of a few minutes, reflect back to them, “You seem to be feeling ________.” Then, share with us what that felt like to purpose to be still, listen and reflect.
There is one more step I’d like us to experience if we can. Do you have someone in your life who you could ask to just listen to you? Could someone close to you give you the opportunity to talk, while they listen and then reflect back to you? If you have someone like that, please set up a time this week to practice this listening exercise and share what that was like with us.
I’m looking forward to growing in all four areas Carol writes about in this chapter, but I know I need to start with a bite size step. The first three seem very connected to me—I see themes of me in each one, but I think I’m going to settle on number 3, needing to fix, as my improvement project this week. Since my aunt has moved into the assisted living home and isn’t doing well, and since my mom is trying so hard to help her sister, and since I live far away and can only listen by phone to their woes, I will have plenty of opportunities to work on this.
As I studied my way through this chapter, I found myself day wishing we could be in one room together, practicing and discussing what we are learning. Hopefully, we can each stretch a bit and enjoy a great practice and discussion session. Are you ready?
I’m imagining we have gathered at my house for a fall supper of soup, hearty bread and a yummy pumpkin crisp dessert. Now, we’re sitting around the living room and it’s time to share about our Week Two study from Caring without Wearing. Each one of us has cared for someone this week—we each have hurting people in our lives. We have much in common, much to share.
Week one—Welcome to our small group study!
The Next Book: Caring without Wearing: The Art of Self-Care While Caring for Others, Carol Travilla
The quote that opens this section is from Mary McCarthy. She says, “In violence we forget who we are.” Mary, who was orphaned at 6, knew a bit about violence from the abusive relatives that raised her for a few years before her maternal grandparents intervened and rescued her. And, though she was raised Catholic—she walked away from the Christian faith. In our book, we have read how violence did cause people to lose themselves—to be swept away by something horribly huge—something that changed them forever.
NEXT BOOK CLUB: OCTOBER 11...see sidebar for book and ordering info for Caring without Wearing, by Carol Travilla
If you watched me read this book, you would see mixture of expressions—disbelief at the horror, incredulity at the forgiveness, amazement at the redemption. This section had it all—but with amazing courage thrown in.
This section opens with the chapter, “Snakes in the Grass,” which has so many meanings. I read this phrase and I think danger—the kind that lurks, sneaks, hides but is determined to hurt, maim or destroy. We talk about bad people being snakes in the grass—hidden, yet threatening our world with their dark plans for destruction or greed. We hunt for snakes in the grass—we want to flush them out and kill them. In this book, the victims are hiding like snakes in the grass while their tormentors are the real snakes in the grass.
As I read today’s news, a little boy has been taken from his school in Portland OR—I would have to guess by a real snake in the grass. If that person is ever found and goes to jail, it will be hard for me, and for most people I guess, to take that label off of him and trust him out in society once he has paid for his crime. We want to know when a sex offender lives in our neighborhoods. We want parole officers to do their job and keep criminals from repeating their crimes—while we never let them forget that they owe us big time. Their debt to society may never be paid because they will always be known by what they did—how they behaved badly—how they brought evil into someone’s life.
In this book, though, I’m confronted over and over again with a different kind of response to evil. Real repentance! Real forgiveness! Sometimes one comes first and then the other follows. But, not always. Devota’s incredibly story is told in this section. We learn of her amazing strength and God’s amazing care for her even as her two children are killed. And, in Devota, we learn new lessons of forgiveness and healing. As she extends grace and mercy with forgiveness, men who killed respond with questions: “How can this be when we behaved like such animals?” “Who are these people?” when Devota told them people were ready to forgive. And, others simply saying, “Thank you, thank you. God is merciful.”
I am thankful this section ends with some very practical steps to facilitating healing and forgiveness. I’m wondering if we can post about those steps this week.
Please share your experiences of reconciliation with us this week.
Jesus knew incredible, real, physical pain causing grief—the kind that rips you on the inside so you sweat drops of blood. The people in Rwanda knew this kind of grief, too. For so many reasons, grief glazed over eyes and built walls around hearts. Monique’s story stands out for the terror she experienced for herself, her husband and her four children. I can’t imagine being able to contain my fear if I would have been in her place, living her suspense, horror filled drama.
Chantel’s story starts with a celebration. Wearing a new white dress her father had given her for her Confirmation and First Communion, she whirls on the hillside with her father watching her dance. The dress and her world spin around her and joy in the moment and beauty of the day take her breath away. To make her day completely special, John, a Hutu neighbor, was hosting a party in her honor. It was unthinkable that John--a man her father drank beers with--would one day brutally kill the man he stood with that day while they both enjoyed a little girl’s joy spilling over into dance.
I don’t like scary movies or adventurous rides at the fair. My life holds plenty of drama and I don’t need anything else to force me to the edge of my chair or to put fear in my stomach. I don’t like being afraid—it is one of my besetting sins—one I often confess. With God’s help, I’m being transformed into someone more courageous—someone who is learning boldness. Still, I don’t know if I could watch a movie of these pages, let alone live them or relive them over and over again. I can’t imagine being Joy—living and reliving her life over and over again…
As We Forgive by Catherine Claire Larson
Here's what one Book Club reader had to say about participating with Linda and reading Gilead:
This section of our reading takes us to the end of the first chapter of this book and through to end of the 2nd, which is also the last chapter. And while we read, the author revisits all of his relationships—from his love of Gilead, his complicated relationships with his grandfather, father, and brother, to his oldest and dearest friend and that friend’s son, his first and second wives, his first and second children. We see life celebrated, pondered and understood in new ways. As we read, John wrestles with himself, and looks again at doctrine, belief, loyalty, love and family. He sees himself as honestly as he can, and he uses his writings as a mirror to capture the truth and as a picture to frame that truth.
Doctrine and theology take center stage in this longer section, but the real content is relationships—the difficult ones that make us less than we want to be. Those messy relationships are the ones where we respond with less love, forgiveness, grace, mercy and graciousness then we expect. Sometimes, when I’ve been in those awkward places, the walls of my heart have gone up without a conscious thought on my part, and hardness and coldness have crept in where hurt and disappointment were still setting the mood.
Memories are a recurrent theme in Gilead. And, often, they are general memories or impressions. Like the one on page 117, “Children seem to think every pleasant thing has to be a surprise,” which paints a picture I recognize from my own childhood and from my children. “Wait, wait! Don’t look yet! We have to get it ready!” Such fun memories! But many of John’s thoughts center on death, or on difficult relationships. That’s why I found two passages in this section to be very intriguing.
A friend’s daughter gave birth this morning. We’ve known each other since our college days, had our first two children within months of each other and somehow managed to match their gender to each other—boys first, followed by girls. Her children have been able to have one child each—my children have struggled with infertility. Our stories are the same and yet different. In these pages, John weaves his best friend’s story into his own—and their stories are different. John lost his first wife and child while his friend, Boughton, had four children and a home that seemed full of love. But, both homes knew sorrow and heartache. Their stories were different yet they each knew grief and sorrow. In past pages we’ve seen divisions—a family divided from a grandfather and from a son. Beliefs and perspectives led to relational conflicts and separation. Now, we begin to see that trend in another family’s home.
Have you had a “dark time” in your life? Or known loneliness that goes deep—all the way deep? “My own dark time, as I call it, the time of my loneliness, was most of my life, as I have said, and I can’t make any real account of myself without speaking of it.” This authentic confession is made on paper to a son our author is already lonely for—a son he may not live to see grow up—a son he wishes he could know and be known by. The phrase, “was most of my life…”
“I told you last night that I might be gone sometime and you said, Where, and I said, To be with the Lord God, and you said, Why, and I said, Because I’m old, and you said, I don’t think you’re old. And you put your hand in my hand and you said, You aren’t very old, as if that settled it.”
Next Book Club starts: Monday, June 7
The surprise ending of this book takes us to the subject Ravi says connects the cry of God’s heart with all the cries of our hearts—Worship. Such a controversial subject—a subject that has divided churches and caused church people to de-church. But, that is the narrow aspect of worship. Worship can enrich every aspect of our lives—every activity, every encounter, every motive, every purpose. Worship can transform our lives and give us tools and means to live our faith well.
I read this week’s chapter as a woman who has struggled with loneliness in several different settings. Language school was a lonely time as I learned to live in Latin America with my husband and two babies. No one else from our mission was there, and while we built friendships, it seemed we were just getting close and comfortable with a few people when it was time to move to Venezuela. And, once there, I was again lonely.
Honestly, this isn’t my favorite chapter in our study.
Chapter 4: The Cry of a Guilty Conscience
Chapter 3: The Cry for a Reason in Suffering
Last night was a sleepless night for me triggered by an emotional day yesterday. Life felt “too.” Too serious, too overwhelming, with too many prayer requests, too much to do, too many concerns. My heart was focused on problems and challenges, heart aches and people in pain. And, though I prayed and processed my pain, I obviously wasn’t done since part of the night was dedicated to more honest prayer and wrestling with my Heavenly Father.
Do you have a favorite place to sit when you are reading a good book? Are you looking forward to retreating to that spot with our book club choice, Cries of the Heart, by Ravi Zacharias? I don’t think you will be disappointed as you dig into this book—though I have to admit this isn’t a light read. Ravi is a philosopher, and though he writes for the average lay person, his concepts take some deep thinking on his readers’ part. I hope you’ll agree with me when I say mining this book is worth the effort required.
Something New for You: Women of the Harvest will be launching this blog on Monday, April 5.