Monday, February 24, 2014

When Your Son, [Father] or Ox Falls in the Well

One of the many times Jesus healed someone on the Sabbath, the lawyers and Pharisees complained about Jesus breaking Sabbath.  Luke records Jesus’ reply, “Which of you, having a son or an ox that has fallen into a well on a Sabbath day, will not immediately pull him out?”  [Sound of crickets]  Then Luke records, “And they could not reply to these things.” The answer was so obvious that even those who prided themselves on their understanding of the Law had no reply.

My long awaited and twice postponed sabbatical was scheduled to begin (and did begin) on February 9.  On January 28 my mother suddenly and unexpectedly passed away and for the next twenty-five days my “son [in this case dad] fell into the well” of my sabbatical.  I got word of mom’s passing on a Wednesday morning and was in Coeur d’Alene with my father by Thursday. Fortunately through all this my sister and brother were on hand to help lighten the load.  A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. I spent four days being with he and my siblings and helping him sort out what comes next.  We met with dad’s pastor of twenty years to plan the memorial.  We arranged for a casket and made decisions about burial.  We began to look at insurance, banking, and transportation.  I had a prior commitment to be with the district staff at EFCA headquarters so I flew from Spokane to Minneapolis for four days.  Then I flew back to Spokane to spend more time with dad and finalize details for his move from his hometown of seventy-seven years to a place of great wickedness, Southern California.

I flew home for two days before returning with Sharon to take care of the final packing and loading of his furniture and most of his possessions so that they would arrive in SoCal about the same time he would.  We also experienced a wonderful memorial service that glorified God and honored mom.  Monday morning, Sharon, dad and I flew to Orange County and the next day his possessions arrived and by Wednesday he was moved into his new apartment.

Today is the first day of the rest of my sabbatical.  I must admit that there were times when a niggling resentment rose almost to the surface over the fact that my first sabbatical in thirty-nine years of ministry was beginning not only with no rest or the beginning of all those wonderful things I had planned but also with an added load of pressure, stress and details.  When those thoughts began to percolate to the surface I was reminded of the story in Luke that began this blog.  I was focusing on what my sabbatical (extended Sabbath) was supposed to be according to my law.  But it was clear that my father had fallen in a well and he needed me more than I needed the first two weeks of my sabbatical to be about my agenda for refreshing, retooling and reconnecting with God and with Sharon.


How easy it is for us to side with the lawyers and the Pharisees and “keep” the law but lose sight of its purpose to glorify God by loving Him and loving others.  God has privileged me to be in a place where I could have the time, the patience and the technical know-how to connect with dad’s social security, retirement and banking so that, for him, the transition from Coeur d’Alene to Stanton has been rather flawless.  It’s a small price to pay to serve him. Like the lawyers and Pharisees I’ll keep my replies to myself when Jesus asks me why I shouldn’t spend a couple weeks of my sabbatical pulling my dad from the well.

4 comments:

Kerry Doyal said...

I love you. Thanks.

Kerry Doyal said...

I love you. Thanks.

Paul Schliep said...

Feeling is mutual. Thanks for being one the six people who read what I write.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for this Paul. I am starting my sabbatical in two weeks and I know that it will not go how I expect and that I will not get to do all that things I want. I learned from my brother's, which was similar to yours, that GOD might call us into situations we never thought of even when we are "resting". This helps me keep an open mind. You have also given me permission to be disappointed if it does happen. Thanks for your words.