But I don’t think it’s a carousel. It’s just my life.
In 9 days I will turn over my children to my parents for 5 of the 7 weeks that I will be having treatment for the 2 benign, but troublesome tumors in my head. My husband and I will drive off in my car on a 3 day trek to MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. My tumors are benign, but the folks at MDA know how to go after them and they’ve decided IMRT is the way to go.
I am trying to prepare myself. I am reading the Dalai Lama, Thich Nhat Hahn, Madeleine L’Engle, the Bible, and my own journals. I’m praying. I’m breathing. I’m in counseling and doing EMRD. The counseling seems to be helping. I think I’m sleeping better. I’m getting in touch with my feelings about being fired, which seems to be a hot issue right now. I believe my experience over the last 3 years, especially in relationship to the church, has made me ill. I believe I need to deal with these feelings in order to become well again. And I believe in miracles and doing what I can to make room for them.
My assignment from counseling the other night: find a way to release the anger and hurt. What did little me do when I was a child? I hit and threw things. I vividly remember a day when my mom was going out to lunch with her friends and I wanted to go. I was 3 or 4. Mom didn’t want me along and was leaving me home with the housekeeper. I don’t think I had anything against the housekeeper, I just really wanted to be with my mom going out to lunch. When mom walked out the door to leave I stood at the big, multi-paned window in the formal living room. I screamed and cried and hit at one of the panes until I put my fist through it. I got little bits of glass in my wrist. Mom made sure I wasn’t seriously hurt and she left, without me. We still have tense moments.
So, I’m thinking about what I can do to get the anger out. Obviously I’m not going to be socking out any window panes with my bare fist. But I think it’s important to have some physical action in all of this, so I’ve decided that throwing things while I yell and scream might be good. Eggs and tomatoes came to mind as suitable objects to throw. And the best target might just be the trees in the wood. That way the egg and tomato bits could be enjoyed by the wood animals. I just hope no one comes along while I’m doing this. I do live in a small town, you know?
I’ve been encouraged to have an accomplice. Well, really a partner who can do this with me. My first thought was my best friend, but that won’t work, she lives states away. But shouldn’t it really be my husband? Afterall, he has a stake in this anger party too. It wasn’t just my life that’s been FFFD up, it’s his too. He suggested we get some dishes and hit the dumpster where he works. It’s a little bit public, but maybe it will be the starting point. And what to do with the kids during this therapy session? They definitely need to sheltered from the parental insanity and violence that will ensue. They just wouldn’t understand it and they don’t need to know.
Today I went to the thrift store and bought two sets of ugly old dishes. One with apples on it and one with geese. I bit my tongue when the shop ladies who were wrapping them up said how cute they were and wouldn’t it be a shame if they dropped and broke one. Hah! I wonder of they’ve ever thrown their dishes?
It’s hard to be angry with church and church people. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s plenty frustrating to be facing constant naysayers and criticisms of you and everything church, but as a pastor we’re supposed to love all those folks and nurture and care for them. We’re not supposed to yell at them or speak harshly to them. It’s unprofessional. So instead we have a bunch of ministers who have been abused by the very people they were called to serve and yet we’re not supposed to fight back. Seems so antithetical when one considers that stories of clergy sexually abusing children are all over the news— Does anyone ever report how clergy are abused by their congregations? Does anyone know we have almost no recourse and that when we lose our jobs we don’t have the luxury of unemployment benefits?
My husband is concerned that I might get myself worked up over the church stuff. I’m concerned that i won’t get worked up enough and that all this seething anger with be pushed further down into my body where it will fester and become something worse than a benign tumor. When we don’t deal with our feelings, our hurts and angers, they have to find somewhere to go; and when they do, it manifests in illness, disease and sometimes psychosis. I’m not looking to go psychotic, but I know if I don’t get this anger out of me it will do worse than it already has. I’ve got to make room for the miracle of healing.
I still love that church and I miss it. Call me a battered woman, maybe. It wasn’t all bad, but their dysfunctions are so ingrained they don’t think there’s anything wrong. It’s always the pastors’ fault. It was the most disempowering thing to be constantly told “no, we can’t do that because…it’s not the right time, we don’t have the money, we tried that once, someone’s feelings have been or will be hurt, we’ve never done it that way, that’s an interesting idea but I don’t have the time, I’m already over committed, that’s not your area, ___________(fill in your favorite negation)”. Or how about “why doesn’t the pastor do this? Why does the pastor do that?” Crikey! It makes my eyes twitch just thinking about it!
Maybe it would be easier if they had given me a real explanation as to why I had to go. Maybe reading between the lines they were saying “you’re too open and honest for our system. Your motives can’t possibly be as pure as you seem to make them. You are challenging our way of operating and upsetting our system by breaking cracks in it. You tell us truths we don’t want to admit.”
So now they call a new senior minister who I know. I went to school with this person and their spouse. We’ve even served under the same senior minister at the same church. What’s really scary is that we even look a little bit alike and have very similar interests in church. Part of me says that should be me. Part of me says to tell this person to run like fire and if you decide to stay, then you’d better have your eyes wide open. How long will it take for them to eat this new minister alive or to make this person part of the system. A figurehead. A leader with no true authority but the full bearer of all blame. But may be I don’t give my friend enough credit. I don’t know, this church has a long history of doing in ministers. Afterall, I was the 7th.