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Tuesday, August 19, 2011:
Developing inner strength
In THE LIFE OF POETRY, Muriel
Rukeyser asserts that "The life of Jesus; the life of Buddha; the life of
Lincoln, or Gandhi, or Saint Francis of Assisi, give us the intensity that
should be felt in a lifetime of concentration. . . .These lives, in their
search and purpose, offer their form, offer their truths. They reach us as
hope."
After her death, it was discovered
that Mother Teresa "confessed" some of her
spiritual doubts in her diaries and letters. Some have jumped on that
revelation as being sort of a victory flag for non-belief. For me, however, it
only makes her faith that much more remarkable. Despite her doubts, she had
faith that she was doing what she was meant to be doing, that she was living
the life she was intended to live. The fact that the "weakness" of doubt
was transformed into a life of incredible strength and faith gives me the
assurance that doubt and faith, strength and weakness, are not mutually
exclusive.
Weakness becomes strength out of
humility. Lincoln never accused the north of being "right", and the
south of being "wrong." Indeed, he stressed that one side might be
right, but both could be wrong. He drew strength from the Book of Job, the
biblical treatise on suffering. Interestingly, God never does answer Job's big
question: "Why?" But, what he DOES let Job know is that all is not
for naught, that there is a purpose, although it may remain hidden to us.
We like to think that we have things
"figured out". The "unknowing" leads us into a kind of
psychological limbo that is, quite frankly, uncomfortable. We would rather
believe that we will know ( if not now, then certainly later) the purpose
behind our struggle, behind our suffering. But true faith, by definition, is a
belief in something not seen, in something that we cannot see clearly in the
present. Faith simply cannot be faith without some inkling of doubt, some level
of discomfort.
Sometimes
it's faith that things, will,
indeed, get better. At others, faith
renders itself as a belief that there is a higher purpose for our suffering,
our challenges. It also comes in the form of realization that we have a duty,
an obligation, whether it's to our children, our spouse, our life's work to go
on, putting one foot in front of the other.
WHAT APPEARS WEAK CAN BE STRONG
My father, who is now 86 years old,
was a veritable Jack LaLanne when he was younger. As an adolescent, he ordered
Charles Atlas magazines, studied weight training, and faithfully lifted
weights. He was also a runner, long before the Cooper Institute touted aerobic
exercise as a virtual elixir of youth.
But life for my father changed on a dime. In 1961, when he was only 35
years old he fell out of a tree building a tree house for my older brother.
He became paralyzed from the waist down. As part of his therapy and recovery,
Dad relied on the self discipline he'd acquired through his physical fitness
routine. He continued to weight train (to keep his upper body strong), and he
rode a bicycle 12 miles a day.
On one of his afternoon bike treks,
a truck driver pulled along side of him and said, "Are you a boxer in
training?" The irony was that my father was barely able to stay balanced,
so precarious was his perch on the bike. . A boxer? No. A man of incredible
strength and courage? Absolutely.
"I've finally made peace with
my mental illness. It is what it is. Knowing what's going on certainly helps,
but it doesn't prevent me from the suffering of it I can't logically tell
myself, oh, you're approaching mania, get a grip before you lose control.' It
doesn't work like that. But in my moments of clarity, I realize that I am who I
am, and despite my impairments, I am able to do what I was destined to do, and
to be what I was destined to be."
"WHEN I AM WEAK, THEN I AM
STRONG" the Apostle Paul
I have the lovely privilege of
knowing a 95+ woman whose entire life was devoted to being an Army nurse. She
became a friend of Helen Keller's during the forties. Regularly, Helen would
visit the Army hospital Elsa worked in, visiting those who had been maimed
during the war, encouraging them with her own strength.
Elsa told me that Ms. Keller always
recognized her in the hallways of the facility because she "felt" the
stride that made Elsa's walk her own. She was able to identify everyone she
encountered that way. The void left by the three senses she lacked (that of
sight, sound, speech) amplified, to very near "superhuman"
proportion, the senses she had left. She chose to hone them by accepting what
"was", and working around her reality.
QUESTIONS
The older I get, the more I realize
how little I know. There is an irony when it comes to weakness and suffering:
the more wisdom I gain from them, the more questions I seem to have. Carl Jung
once said that if think we have all of the answers, we will stop asking. And,
the moment we stop asking the right questions, we cease to grow. And if we
cease to grow, our weaknesses will remain just that.