Monday, June 3, 2013

A Reflection on Joan L. Carrithers


A Homily on the Occasion of the Burial of Joan Carrithers 
All Saints’ Church, Southern Shores 
June 3, 2013  
Thomas E Wilson, Rector

Proverbs 31:10-31 (KJV)    23rd Psalm (KJV)    1 John 3:1-2   John 11: 21-27(KJV)


The children picked the Hebrew Testament lesson from Proverbs because they knew Joan as a mother and helpmate with their father. Her husband Gale dedicated one of his books to her and made note of her help in other forwards. It is a beautiful passage and speaks of their love and thankfulness. When I thin k of Joan I don't just tonk of a mother but about this woman of strength of one of the lines from the Proverbs lesson about “She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.”, because Joan is a woman who just sucks it up and goes on.



When I think of Joan I look to the passage of John's First Epistle and am reminded that Joan is in a relationship with God as God's child, and the Christ within her resonates with the image of Jesus and his relationship with two friends in trouble. For Joan, relationship is important, and a passage from Micah comes to my mind: “He has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?” And that is what she did. The Christ living in her gives her the strength to meet and honor the Christ in others.

I am new to Joan's life as I have only known her for about 10 years. Her husband had died the year before I came, and she was making her life without Gale. I was impressed by her strength and her compassion. So many of you know her better than I, as you knew her as mother, or aunt, or grandmother, or friend, but the majority of our conversations were as two old MSW Social Workers comparing notes on the way we had worked with institutions, people and children. We would bemoan the great cultural and political degeneration that we saw and about which her late husband had written. She would talk about her trips and the wonder of seeing something new. She is a joy to talk with and to hear her laugh at our own foolishness and to see her walk in humility about her accomplishments.

When I left town for a conference two weeks ago, I went to see the people who were in fragile health, making them promise not to die while I was out of town. I never thought to check on Joan because she always declared that she was “fine”, and I assumed, such was her energy, that she would live forever, even though she and I together both ate more than the government recommended nutritional levels at Captain Franks, but I continued to hold on to the fantasy that we all have plenty of time.

When I speak of Joan I tend to use the present tense for, as with most of my friends who have died, I see us all connected together by a luminous silver thread on the great river of energy that begins and ends in God. I don't see Heaven as a place of reward high up in the sky when we die, but as the reality of the presence of God in which we live, move, and have our being from before we were born in the water of the womb and out of which we flowed, joining the streams in which other swimmers of life joined us. For a while we swam together in the eddies of that river but each at a different current and, while seemingly separated for a time, we all wash into the ocean of love out of which we had entered into the womb. As T.S. Eliot notes in Little Giddings from the Four Quartets: “We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”

She would work as a volunteer in the church office, and she would bring her books to read as she answered the phone or was there in case I did counseling with a woman. She understood the need for confidentiality and, although she never saw the need to talk about dealing with any problems, she had compassion and hospitality for those people who limped in from the brokenness of life. She would make derogatory sounds about how unimportant her volunteer work at the church was, but she took it seriously, even when she refused to take herself too seriously. There are a series of promises from the Baptismal covenant in the Book of Common Prayer and the last two, which she exemplified, are: “Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself?” And “Will you strive for justice and peace among all people, and respect the dignity of every human being?” This is how she treated the people she met who come in to see me. That dignity is how she treated her friends and her clients.

We can train or educate Social Workers, but all we do there is to turn out technicians because, at its core, it is an art not a science, and the best ones are the ones who are born with a passion and love for people. She knew that at the center of the helping relationship is the Trinity of Reality, Empathy and Support. It is a Trinity because if any one element is missing the whole thing collapses. Reality without Empathy is harsh, Empathy without Support degenerates into pity, Support without Reality is enabling. We call the Helping Relationship the “Trinity” because it is one of the ways we understand the Holy Trinity. God is relationship: The Father is the one who created the universe and the ground of our being- Reality; the Son is the one who entered into and understood our lives – Empathy; and the Spirit is the power available to us – Support.

If you want to remember Joan, you can make a donation to the National MS Society, but if we really want to Re-Member Joan, to bring to life again the essence of Joan which did God's work, then do what she did: “do justice, and love mercy, and walk humbly with your God”. And when you do that, you will hear her wondrous laugh and you will know she is still working through you.

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