Sometimes life just gangs up on you and hits you with a sequence of troubles which seem unfair. One wonders, “What did I ever do to deserve this?”
You probably don’t want to know. The actions and reactions which govern Creation are perfectly balanced, and obey laws far over our heads.
If we received an answer to our whining, it would likely be an answer along the lines of the answer Job got, when he questioned God a bit too stridently about all the bad things he had to go through. God silenced Job, basically by asking Job, “Were you there when I created all this?” Once Job got around to contemplating the intricate details of Creation, the actions and reactions involved in all things, even things as simple as sap rising in the spring, he was humbled by how minor his own concerns were, in comparison.
The same revelation appears in the movie “Casablanca“, when Rick Blaine states, “…the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.”
In other words, one must let go of their selfish concerns about their personal desires, and have faith they are part of something bigger, which they don’t understand.
I was hit by a triple whammy of hardships which were hard to take, as they insulted my sense of myself as a family man, with strong “family values”.
First, despite all our loving efforts, dementia made my mother-in-law impossible to care for, and we had to put her in a “memory care” institution. She knows she is “locked up” but can’t remember why, and resents everyone’s efforts to make her comfortable. She wants to get back to the life she remembers, but her memory is so weak she no longer has the capacity, but she doesn’t remember she constantly loses her keys and wallet, and only remembers being capable. It’s the saddest thing, and strange as well, for she was an extremely self-reliant and capable woman from her early teens on, for seventy years, before coming to this confusing end. Saddest is that she can’t sit back and enjoy people trying to make her comfortable. You can put the nicest cushions on her rocking chair, but she defines the expression, “off her rocker.”
The things she did when off her rocker were amusing, if you don’t mind a bull in your china shop. My customers at my childcare would arrive to pick up their children, and she would come storming up to them and demand they find me or (more usually) my wife immediately, because it was “urgent”. So my customers, who are often quite young, would tell their children to wait and would rush off to do the good deed. And we would thank them, blushing, because we knew damn well what was “urgent” was that old lady couldn’t find her wallet, and thought it might have been stolen, when she in fact had hidden it under her pillow, but forgot she hid it.
Someday I may be able to write a post titled “Dementia” full of funny stories, but the joke gets old when it is the present tense. The question arises, “Why would God allow this to happen to someone?”
It is not a happy-ever-after ending to a long life, and it is not a situation where the caregivers involved get gratitude, for the elderly victim of dementia is in no mood to thank anyone. In any case, that was a long and exhausting decline I had to weather, and was challenge number one.
Second, a daughter went through a rough divorse and a custody battle involving whether her two small children would/will be brought up speaking Portuguese in Brazil or English in New Hampshire. There is no solution which is acceptable to both sides, so far, (which is a prime ingredient to any divorse).
Divorce has always struck me as stupid, ever since my own parents succumbed to it when I was a boy. Love is beautiful, and when you turn away from beauty then of course things get ugly. Why do people prefer ugliness? It is so stupid it is actually a funny joke, if you are able to reduce things to absurdity, as Laurel and Hardy did with their movie “Big Business” nearly a hundred years ago. There is nothing all that funny about the human tendency to escalate, and make bad situations worse, but they let us see the absurdity. If you have fifteen minutes, it’s a masterpiece.
However, as patriarch of a large family, I could not manage a funny post about a meat-loving Brazilian wedding a vegan American. Too much pain was involved as they made a bad situation worse, and I was ashamed I couldn’t stop it. It is worst when little children are involved.
Lastly, to top off my sense life was completely out of my control, my wife broke her ankle in three places, and was unable to do much of anything for six weeks, so I had to do the work of two. It was a situation where you do everything, but do nothing well. Every job is a slapdash job, and you never get time off.
Mind you, I’m 71 years old, suffering from COPD, and was under a fond illusion I could resign from my position of runner-of-a-childcare, place the business in my wife’s name, and quietly fade away like old soldiers are suppose to do. I didn’t start collecting Social Security until age 70 so I could get the maximum amount, and, in theory, I could help my wife doing old-man stuff like paperwork, or riding around on a lawnmower, but spend most of my time doing what seems productive to me, namely growing good food in a down-sized garden, and writing poems, and lastly writing my memoirs, which will contain some remarkable adventures. However….
God did not accept my resignation. The only resignation God accepts is resignation to His will. Consequently I have spent little time pottering about in my garden, nor writing my memoirs. Instead I’ve needed to rush about dealing with an old lady off her rocker, with a young couple more interested in drama than peace, and with witnessing the sunshine of my life become bedridden.
What surprised me was how little time I wasted whining, “Whatever did I do to deserve this?”
Not that I didn’t roll my eyes to heaven and mutter things, as trouble followed trouble, but I just dealt with things as they came, one after another, until it occurred to me I was a changed man. I surprised myself. Usually I loose it. Usually I tirade. Maybe I was just so worn down that I lacked the available energy to throw a fit. But do you want to know something? I sort of liked the peace I felt. Rather than weak I felt strong. You have to have some sort of strength to be in the middle of a hurricane, and to just plod along saying, “Ho hum. Another day, another breeze.”
Not that I get a bit of credit for this. Believe me, it was not in my plans. To God goes the glory, for He shapes those who honor him.
But now I’m curious. Could I withstand a complete reversal of my fortunes, and be hit by three wonderful events, and not be swayed into the opposite of a tantrum? Would I become wildly manic, or could I keep the peace?
Suppose I wrote a sonnet that went viral, and, as swiftly as Oliver Anthony became famous, I went from being shadow-banned to having millions of views, and my website went from being unknown to huge. Suppose I went from having to pay people to help me, to having people offer to pay me for being my helper? Could I keep my poise, and say, “Ho hum, another day; another breeze.” ???
My conclusion, at age 71, is that the ups and downs of this world breed happiness that doesn’t last and sorrow that doesn’t last. Nothing of this world is lasting. To build on this world is like building an igloo on an iceberg that is melting away. When we die the billionaire leaves earth as naked as he came, just as the debtor does. So, what really matters?
I assert what matters is resignation to the will of the Creator. His love is infinite, His compassion towards us is infinite, His bliss is infinite, His joy does not end, He wants us to join Him, and He is everlasting and eternal.
My old goat, (the sad, final survivor
Of my herd), hobbled out into spring's balm,
And I'll be darned if spring didn't revive her.
She refused to behave demure and calm
But gamboled and frolicked, despite her age.
So too does mankind, when it has been spared
A wintry death, go pursue the next rage
And skip into quicksand. I have despaired
From ever hoping we'll learn from mistakes.
God's mercy makes us so hugely joyous
We forget discipline, and forget what it takes
To be healed; we chase what will destroy us.
Spring's a reminder we're all April fools
And makes me most happy that God's mercy rules.