[Note: Erie Chapman is retiring from the Baptist Healing Trust. The Journal will continue as an independent publication with Rev. Chapman as editor.]
May the Angels in their beauty bless you,/ May they turn toward you streams of blessings. – John O'Donohue
John O'Donohue's prayers read like poems and his poems read like prayers. His book of blessings, called To Bless the Space Between Us, is now something I turn to often.
I recommend this book to all caregivers because this man's words can be so very healing to those whose gifts of Love may have temporarily exhausted them. Self-care is such an crucial aspect of caregiving. O'Donohue offers relief that flows like this: "May the Angel of Healing turn your wounds/into sources of refreshment."
How can wounds be "sources of refreshment?" The very idea provokes a wave of reflection. Haven't we all, to our surprise, found that so much of our pain can ultimately be a blessing that refreshes?
"May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places/ Where your life is domesticated and safe," O'Donohue writes. This is the kind of provocative prayer that can wake us from our slumber in the status quo, open our hearts.
O'Donohue's words, if we can hear them with our hearts, can give us the courage to enter exotic lands of Love we may have once thought too much for us. This is what Mother Theresa did. This is what Martin Luther King did.
In fact, it is the Angel of Wildness that calls to me each day, warning me to use all of my gifts before the Christmas of my life is over. Is it possible to be a loving caregiver without risking our hearts? I don't think so. Love calls us not so much to wildness as to courageous love.
What the world offers is the appearance of safe pathways that are marked with signs and rules. What God offers is a pathway to helping others that may call us to sometimes break the rules as Jesus did – to love others no matter what the Romans commanded.
-Rev. Erie Chapman

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