January 18, 2021


The Garden at St. Paul Hospital, van Gogh

The Garden at St. Paul Hospital, van Gogh

Listen, my beloved brothers and sisters. Has not God chosen the poor in the world to be rich in faith and to be heirs of the kingdom that he has promised to those who love him?

• James 2:5, NRSV

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We stood and sat on a quiet green spot at the cemetery under sunny blue skies filled with white billowing clouds. Besides the funeral home staff, there were fewer than ten of us, and not one was related to the deceased. Mark had no family left in this world, not since his sister died seven years ago. Despite his own handicaps and limitations he had cared for her in the final season of her life. When she died, he took it so hard he ended up in jail.

That’s where he met Dewey. Today, Dewey was sitting in front of me and he was the first to volunteer to speak when I asked for us all to share our memories and thoughts about Mark. He walked up, stood behind the blue metal casket, put a hand on it, and said, “I…I guess I should start. I knew him longest. We met in jail after his sister died. Wasn’t long after that we got out and became roommates. And yeah, we had our ups and downs. Mark, he liked things just so, you know. I was a little more…I don’t know, free, you know? We went through a lot together, Mark and me. I’m gonna miss him.” We were all impressed with Dewey’s initiative and eloquence.

Mark was schizophrenic with mood disorders and had a history of other problems I didn’t fully grasp. When I first visited him with a couple of my hospice teammates he sat on the couch, his stuffed monkey in the corner on a pillow, and he rocked back and forth as he talked. Sometimes, I was told, he insisted you call him by another name — I forget now what it was — that represented an alternative identity. When he was that person, he tended to be more volatile and unreceptive. I never met this other Mark, however. I only knew the soft-spoken, obsessive Mark who repeated his words over and over again and tried to help you understand him.

On that first visit, I came to suspect that he had been hurt by religion or churches, ministers or church people somewhere along the line. When he heard I was the chaplain, he launched into a long stream of consciousness explanation about why he could never take communion because he didn’t believe in eating people and no one was ever going to force him to do that. Not wanting to upset him, I just let him ramble, though every once in a while he left an opening where I could say, “Mark, I’m only here to be your friend. I’ve come to support you and won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.” I could well imagine the impression Mark might have made in a church setting, and how it would have been hard for a minister or church folks to know how to talk to him. It was hard for me, at least on the first visit. So I played it low key, listened a lot, and whenever I spoke I tried to find some words of reassurance and support. It seemed to go pretty well.

Mark was under the care of a team of social workers and counselors from our network’s mental health office near his apartment. With their help, over the course of ten years, Mark had gotten to the point where he could live alone and function with some independence in the community. They visited daily to make sure he took his medications and help him with any problems he encountered. They had been working with Mark in two different locations for over ten years, saw him through the crisis when his sister died, and assisted and supported him through many other challenges. We met with his team when Mark first came on hospice and became partners in providing care for him now that he had developed stage four lung cancer that had metastasized to his brain. As nature is wont to do sometimes, cancer added insult to injury by raising a swollen mass behind his eye that caused it to bulge out, affecting his appearance. Mark was sensitive about that, and even went out on his own and bought an eye patch to cover it up.

It was this small group of people who gathered in front of Mark’s casket under blue skies: the only “family” he had, a friend he met in jail, a couple of us from hospice, and a half dozen case workers who had diligently cared for Mark for many years. I had been asked to lead the service, and as we sat and stood there together, I thought it important to give everyone a chance to share their thoughts, memories, and feelings. Each one tearfully and eloquently did, and what was said reflected the gifts Mark had given to each one as they had worked with him. They spoke of his big heart, his generous manner, his habit of always thanking others for their help and expressing his appreciation. I praised them all for doing God’s work, for giving dignity to someone most people in the world would ignore, for recognizing his value, for giving of themselves to someone who otherwise may have lived and died alone.

Trees in the Garden of St. Paul Hospital, van Gogh

Trees in the Garden of St. Paul Hospital, van Gogh

And I remembered Jesus’ words, about how he came to bring God’s blessing to the unfortunate, the “losers” (as the world categorizes them):

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice, for they shall be satisfied.

Then I recalled that Jesus also commended those who follow him by bringing aid and comfort to those unfortunate ones, whose work is often scoffed at, even opposed by those who do more “important” things in the world:

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of justice, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

When Jesus said these words, he was going against everything the world stood for — even the religious world. Most people assume that the ones who are truly “blest” in this world are the rich, the comfortable, the well-adjusted, the healthy, the happy people, the people who make a lot of money or gain a lot of power and prestige. We tend to think that God’s favor is for the winners, not the losers.

But Jesus said just the opposite. He said he came to lift up the lowly, to reach out to those the rest of us avoid, to give priority to powerless, mistreated, hurting people. He came to seek out the lost, hidden, overlooked folks. The people on the margins. The difficult cases. The intractable problem people. The poor, the oppressed, those who are physically, mentally and emotionally frail. Those whom society calls the losers.

People like Mark.

When we care for people like Mark and get involved in their lives, we realize that the world’s categorization of “winners” and “losers” amounts to a pile of horse manure. Every single one of those people present before Mark’s casket that day testified of his dignity, his value, his worth, and what they gained from working with him. Every person mourned that day because a beautiful life had left the world. It matters not one whit that this life had been wrapped in a troubling disguise. Yes, it took long work and faithful attention for some of us to uncover and appreciate the beauty, but it was there all the time awaiting discovery.

If you read the stories about Jesus, you see that he interacted with these kinds of people all the time, treated them as important and delighted in giving attention to them. Those in power and leadership didn’t like it very much because they thought that Israel’s Messiah should first come to bless the leaders and make them stronger and more prosperous and capable of overcoming their enemies. But that’s not where Jesus placed his priorities. And they were offended.

Even today, it is sad that the world doesn’t usually honor people with those kind of priorities. I remarked to that group of folks who worked with Mark that I didn’t have to tell them that. All we need to do is look at our paychecks and contrast what they pay people in other kinds of jobs to see what the world values and rewards.

But a lot of those better paid people will never know what it means to receive gifts from folks like Mark.

The last time I saw Mark awake and alert, he had been admitted to a nursing home because he couldn’t live alone any longer due to the progression of his disease. A few of us went to see him and found that he was now mumbling his words to such an extent that they were indecipherable. Still, he tried to communicate, and we in turn tried to reassure him. I took a moment just before I left to kneel down in front of him as he sat on his bed. “Mark, we’re here for you and I’ll check on you again soon, OK? I want you to know we’re praying for you. See you later.” Once again, knowing that the topic of religion could set him off, I tried to keep a light touch.

I arose and started to walk out the door, and when I did I perceived some movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked back at Mark and he was sitting there with his hand outstretched, reaching out to shake mine. A wave of profound joy overwhelmed me at that moment. I took his hand and when I let go, I walked away holding a gift that no one can ever take away from me.


  1. Beautifully written piece: thank you.

  2. These personal pieces are the best things about IM. I enjoy watching a good theological debate, but in my mind, these stories are the reality of why I remain Evangelical in a post-Evangelical world. It is truly the message of Jesus in these posts. Keep up the good work, CM.

  3. Robert F says

    “I praised them all for doing God’s work, for giving dignity to someone most people in the world would ignore…”

    Ah, but they didn’t give him that dignity; God gave that gift to Mark. They did, however, acknowledge and honor Mark’s God-given dignity in a world where most people would do neither.

  4. Thanks so much for sharing that story. That is what living the Christian life is all about. We can all talk about theology and where we stand on certain issues but this is clearly being Christ in the world for those the world leaves behind. This post may not get 300 hits but it really hit home where it was needed the most. In my heart !!!

  5. Adrienne says

    The beautiful “upside-downess” of the Gospel.

  6. I was there to share that experience on that spot of green lawn under the blue sky. It was a profound experience for me also. Thank you Mike for putting it to words in such a beautiful and meaning way. I appreciate you.

  7. Great piece Mike; for me, the last paragraph is an example of a verse of scripture, John 3:8.

  8. Al Rider says

    Beautiful. Thank you, Mike. This piece is a gift. You are a gift.

  9. Great article Mike.

    It’s awesome that you & your co-workers reached out in this way. My brother was borderline schizophrenic and it caused hell in our family. I won’t go into details but some cases would even bring “St Job” to the point of cursing God.

    My brother committed suicide in the end. He could never stop seeing himself as a sinner bound for hell. He did take an initial “jump” into the abyss of God that Lisa wrote about the other day, but somehow turned away a few years down the track. He had a fair bit of help from a Pente pastor who put a lot of time into him. Unfortunately he resigned one day & that was the end of the help. Not many can put up with some of these extreme situations. I think in the end I gave up as well.

    It’s hard enough reaching out to other outcasts in society but to be able to reach some of the mentally ill, well that is a special gift I think. To be able to support families that need to cope with this sort of situation, is also a gift in patience.

    To live with these type of circumstances & to be able to continue to pray, God is a “treasury of goodness & giver of life”, that is difficult. But somehow He still sustains the soul in the midst of suffering.

  10. Thanks! I don’t often cry when reading IM. Today I did. Beautiful piece.

  11. Ditto to what everyone has said. Thanks for sharing your story.

  12. God bless you, Chaplain Mike, for being the aroma of Christ to Mark.

  13. Christiane says

    when we read about Mark, I begin to wonder who is caring for whom in this world . . . ‘in giving, we receive’, St. Francis believed, and in the light that is Mark’s story, I see again that God sometimes uses the most unlikely people as His source of blessing to others

    the Kingdom of God is . . . all around us

    • Christiane what you say here in response to CM’s beautiful post is profound. I have noticed your references to Saint Francis and Jean Vanier among others. Can you recommend specific writings from both of these as a place to begin? And is there anyone else that has influenced you?

      • Christiane says

        Hi JOEL,
        I’m not deep enough to be ‘profound’, but I can share that I have been gifted with a wonderful example given to me by my own son that has made me realize what ‘blessing’ is, and how it can be given to us through those we least expect it from in THIS world:

        My oldest son has Down Syndrome and severe seizure disorder. He lives in a group home on the grounds of Eastern Christian Children’s Retreat in Wyckoff, NJ. Many of the eight residents in the house cannot walk and some are stretcher-bound.
        My son is able to walk.
        One day, I saw him get up and go to a shelf and choose a musical toy. Then he carried it over to a stretcher-bound resident and very gently laid the toy into his hands . . . the staff tell me that my son will frequently show kindness in this way. He is profoundly disabled and cannot speak, but by some grace of God, he understands what many learned do not know, and his kindness gives witness to this truth.
        I am as proud of his service in that group home to those more challenged than himself as I am of my Coast Guard son who has saved lives in the course of his military service.

        I guess we don’t see very clearly in this world, but sometimes the Kingdom of God breaks through, and then we are flooded with light. That is a blessing people of faith are given that keeps them encouraged on ‘the journey’. 🙂

        BTW, here is a link to some of Jean Vanier’s lenten writings which you might find meaningful. I did:

        Thank you for your kind words, JOEL.

        • I won’t soon forget this my friend. Thank you for sharing this. There is a “depth” or “weight” to your comments that suggests you have seen the Kingdom Up close and personal in unexpected places and now I know why. All I can say is hugs to both of you.

  14. Something to meditate on this evening. Thank you for sharing this.

  15. I love what you do to interpret the Beatitudes in this context. Very beautiful and liberating. They way you handled the funeral seemed so refreshingly pastoral and sensitive. I just get so weary of the “drink our damn cool-aide or the FSM will squish you” type of evangelism schtick too often presented at these sort of events.

    Don’t get me wrong, I’m a hard core “repent or perish” type of guy, and I’ve never doubted the exclusivity of Christ. But if these things aren’t manifesting themselves in sensitivity and concern for others, then something is off. One ought never teach the doctrine of hell except through tears, and when I see this happen, I know it isn’t the Gospel that they’re selling.

    You were representing well a God who genuinely cares and knows how to show it. He does this primarily through dying and rising for us. But as I sit here and reflect on the Beatitudes, which I always find mysterious and difficult to understand, I am becoming more and more convinced that Jesus is talking about himself.

    The man of sorrows is poor in spirit. Jesus weeps. He is meek, and was left starving for justice. Yet he delighted in showing mercy, he had a pure heart, he is the ultimate peace maker, and he was persecuted for righteousness. And he did all of these things for us. Therefore, the kingdom of heaven is first and foremost truly his. All true comfort belongs to and proceeds from him. He shall inherit the earth, and he shall see to his desires for justice when he judges all. He receives from his Father a mercy which he denies for himself in order to give to us. He has attained to the blessed sight of God by the virtue of his own work, and he is the true Son of God. We have become all these things not by our virtue, but by virtue of our union with Him. This gift of the Holy Spirit makes us into all these things and gives us these beautiful gifts.

    May we learn to see this hidden Christ in order that we may bless Him, and by thus beholding Him, be changed by Him.

  16. Off Topic, but has anyone else read that Dear John article linked to the right up top? It’s very good and has had me thinking. Especially aftering reading some of the comments on it and watching the various sides interact.

    I applaud the author for pushing back against John Calvin so strongly, and using his own words from Institutes. Few do that nowadays. I know I’ve never read his works, and never intend to.

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