The Beautiful Heresy- Christian Universalism

A store that sells new husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband.

Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates.

You may visit the store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch: you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.

On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs.

The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.

The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking.

"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.

"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!!"

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are drop-dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads: Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

A new "Wives Store" opened across the street.

The first floor has wives that love sex.

The second floor has wives that love sex and have money.

The third through sixth floors have never been visited.

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Slay the pagans wherever ye find them. And seize them, beleaguer them and lie in wait for them in every stratagem (sura 9:5)

Now go and smite the Amalekites, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both men and women, young people and infants, oxen and sheep, camels and asses.

You shall defeat them; then you shall utterly destroy them; you shall make no covenant (peace treaty) with them, nor show mercy to them.

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Cover of Further Along the Road Less Traveled

*M. Scott Peck*


When Jesus gave his big sermon, the first words out of his mouth were: "Blessed are the poor in spirit." There are a number of ways to translate"poor in spirit," but on an intellectual level, the best translation is "confused."

Blessed are the confused. If you ask why Jesus might have said that, then I must point out to you that confusion leads to a search for clarification and with that search comes a great deal of learning. For an old idea to die and a new and better idea to take place, we have to go through periods of confusion. It is uncomfortable, sometimes painful to be in such periods. Nonetheless it is blessed because when we are in them, we are open to the new, we are looking, we are growing.

And so it is that Jesus said, "Blessed are the confused." Virtually all of the evil in this world is committed by people who are absolutely certain they know what they're doing. It is not committed by people who think of themselves as confused. It is not committed by the poor in spirit.

Now, this teaching makes sense to me!


Source: *Further Along the Road Less Traveled*

Thanks for all the outpouring of well wishes, thoughts, prayers and words of comfort concerning my blog post a few days ago.  I really just was making a  journal entry because it helps me to pour things out "on paper".  It was long and rambling and written in one "take" just because I had to get it all out.  But, I make it public because I realize that as much as we like to think our journeys are unique, we share much more than many of us realize and that my experiences, in unforseeable ways, might help someone else.

I heard from my Uncle Jack this morning via email.  I had no clue that anyone in my family read my blog.  I have to say I'm a little embarrassed since I'm such a heretic from a long line of true believers.   My Uncle Jack is a brilliant writer and defender of the faith.  But, he didn't scold me.  He showered Ty and me with words of comfort and wisdom.  As I read his note telling me, so eloquently, that he didn't have the right words and how words are really useless in this situation, I realized how many times I haven't know the "right thing to say" but what I didn't realize that just saying that is useful in itself.  Somehow it's good to know that people are sharing in your suffering.  It's good to be reminded that people love you.  And, it's good to hear the stories (I've heard so many) of people who have gone through similar experiences. Ultimately, I don't think any of us wants to be alone.  And, just saying "I care about you.  But, I don't know what to say" takes the edge off of the pain.

I want to give a special thanks also to the Alzheimer's Association.  They have been unbelievably helpful over the last couple of years.  The people who work there are incredibly gracious, understanding and generous.  If you are ever in a situation where you or a loved is diagnosed with Alzheimer's, call them early and often.  They can save you a lot of time and heartache.

An update.  When I wrote the last post Sunday morning, I did not know that the second hospital (Ephraim McDowell in Danville,  KY) had told Ty's family that they did not have a room for her father. So, after leaving the Eastern State mental hospital in Lexington and driving to Danville, Ty's family spend the night in "chairs" in Danville waiting for a judge's orders to admit him to Eastern State.  The orders came Sunday morning.  But, then (due to state law?) they had to wait for a police officer to drive Ty's father over for admission since he would not sign himself in. That's not a high priority for the police.  So, after over 24 hours at the hospital in Danville, they finally got him checked in to Eastern State (the place Tim had taken him Saturday afternoon) Sunday around 10 PM.  I continue to hold out some amount of hope that maybe the extreme break we saw was the result of some sort of chemical imbalance and we can find the right medication or treatment to at least lessen his agitation.  We have been told Alzheimer's can accelerate rapidly. But, it's just hard to believe that he would have gotten this bad this fast.  Ty spent the entire day yesterday trying to find a facility.  But, what we are finding is there are very few equipped to deal with Alzheimer's patients with "behavioral" issues. Most are geared to providing care like feeding, dressing and personal grooming, none of which her father needs at this time.  They only have a few spots for patients who "wander" or are prone to anger.  The Alzheimer's Association is helping with the search.

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Ty's father has Alzheimer's. He was diagnosed a couple of years ago. Because of this, she has been reading a book titled "The 36 Hour Day". Until yesterday I did not really understand the title of the book and even though I opined that Alzheimer's is the cruelest of all diseases, I had not had any up close and personal experience with it to see just how much it can impact a family. We travelled back to Ty's home yesterday to spend a day with her mother and father. Now the things I thought I understood I now really know because I have experienced them first hand. And, things I thought I knew are being brought into question- like what are we really? If our brain betrays us, what is left?

When we arrived in Springfield, Ty's father was asleep. This was about 5:00 in the evening. Not all that unusual. But, what was unusual was that he did not even get up to greet us. He acknowledged we were there. Said a "hello" and promptly went right back to sleep. That was the first sign that the man I had just seen six months ago was no longer with us. A couple of hours later he got up. We were all sitting outside on the back porch and he came out what I thought was completely disoriented. I later found out that this was not nearly as disoriented as one can be. He said he woke up confused about where he was and he kept thinking that he needed to go home. At least he recognized that he was at home, even though he didn't feel at home. He was surprised to see his cars there (he owns four vehicles). Then, I saw the for the first time the "awake dreaming" (my term) that I had heard described. He launched into an elaborate story that went on for about an hour about how he had sold one of the vehicles, been given a sack of money for it, etc. etc. There were police involved, several unauthorized trips to Texas by his two sons in his Trail Blazer (the ones who had taken the keys and his guns in reality), there were dive teams, old colleagues from 20 years ago. I felt like I could almost see the gears in his brain turning as the confused mish-mash of recent reality, long ago reality and total fantasy were being blended on the spot into a story that he told with great sincerity. He paused a couple of times to ask if we minded listening to his story. We said we did not and he continued. This, which I thought was the worst of his condition turned out to be an extremely mild episode

After retiring around 10 PM, he was up at midnight opening and closing the back door, expecting visitors to arrive. They had been in a shoot out with the state troopers. His eldest two sons were among the visitors and they were cold and hungry. There was some talk about "The Lord Jesus Christ" who I found out communicates directly with him via telephone and sometimes telepathically. But, again, this was fairly mild compared to what would begin about 5:30AM and go on for the remainder of the day. He calmed down after an hour or so and went back to bed.

At 5:30 AM, he was up again, this time going through closets looking for clothing for the men who would be arriving shortly. He wanted a meal prepared for them. He told us to move away from the doors and the windows because a .38 bullet would come right through the walls. He demanded that we lay down on the floor for our own safety. He tried to get the children to go to the basement. This was an almost total break from reality. I say almost because through all of this, he continues to recognize us, to know where he is (kind of- he did forget where the bathroom was for a moment the evening before and we had to direct him). But, he thought he had only been retired for a week or two when it's been 12 years. He continues to know how old he is. He can count money. Some things function just the way they should.

Normally, I've been told, these episodes last an hour or so and he goes to sleep and calms down. Yesterday, while I gave Ty and her mother a break to go out and get some things done, I found myself alone with him and he demanded I recite how much I believe in "Great God and Little Jesus". He would give me lines to say like "I believe in Big God and Little Jesus, Amen.". I had to say this over and over. He licked his hand and anointed my forehead. He spoke to Great God and Little Jesus audibly and they would answer him. He asked permission for just about everything he was about to do and they would tell him whether it was OK or not. They had given him the power to put hexes on people as long as he told them the truth was faithful to them. He put several hexes on each of us during the day. He thought he had the power to stop anyone "in their tracks". Anytime we would contradict him or not jump to do what he said, we were questioning not him, but we were denying our belief in God and subject to God's judgment through him. He has become fascinated with standing right by the road. They live on a blind curve and he stands right at the end of the driveway to wait for the men to come. I tried to reason with him to at least wait a few feet back from the road. But, he said God had told him to stand right in that exact spot. He told me that God had told him that he could stand in the middle of the road if he wanted to and the cars would not hurt him. This is when I first began to fear for his safety. I would later learn that when I heard the term he had been "on the road" from Ty's family that it was literally on the road. I thought that he had been walking along the road. But, he was standing in the middle of the road thinking cars could not harm him. I put my arm around him to escort him back and few feet and he put down the Pepsi he had demanded I buy him and pulled back his fist to hit me. I've never been punched before. I don't know what it feels like. But, I was certain at that moment I was about to find out because I could not leave him standing beside the road and I could not strike first. Finally, he heard from God that it was OK to move away from the road and came back to the house with me. This was the first of many trips to the side of the road that day though.

We decided to leave a little earlier than originally planned because he remained agitated through the day. We thought our presence there might have been a trigger and we did not want the girls to see too much. Sometimes his fantasies go from violent to vulgar (so I've heard. I was spared that experience). Ty and her older brother spent the day trying to figure out insurance benefits, talking to admissions people at nursing homes, trying to figure out how to save some of the family's assets which would quickly be eaten up by nursing home expeneses, etc. The plan was to take him to the hospital that evening where he would be monitored while he was sleeping (since he roams so much at night). But, we all agreed at that point that it was beyond leaving Ty's mother alone with him anymore. She is petrified of him, with good reason.

Afer we left, things got worse. What had been mere allusions to violence in the past turned into reality. Tim, had originally planned to come down for just an hour. That turned into the whole day that then turned into overnight. Tim has been driving back and forth (45 minutes each way) several times a week. Wesley had just returned from a week at his first overnight camp and Tim was looking forward to spending the day with his only son. Instead, he came to Springfield for a meeting with potential caregiver, ended up stuck there for the day because he had to accompany Ty's father to the sleep study since no one believed he'd get in the car with Ty's mother. He resents the fact that she can drive and he can't. Tim decided to cut their lot while he was there (about an acre total) and Ty's father decided he did not want Tim on the lawnmower. So, he began throwing rocks at Tim.

Here's where we get into my rant about the health care system. The local sheriff and the local police will not come out to deal with an Alzheimer's patient whether he's making threats, standing in the middle of the road or actually throwing rocks. They had to call the state police to come out to deal with him throwing rocks. The state police did come out, take a report and forced him to get in the car with Tim to go to Eastern State Mental Hospital, in Lexington two counties over from Washington County where they live. Tim has medical power of attorney and made the 45 minute drive with his father to check him in now for his own protection as well as the protection of others. We got news of this as we were driving back up I-75 to Cincinnati. There, of course, was a great deal of sadness. But, also a sense of relief as we now knew where he would be spending the night and that Ty's mother would be safe. Unfortunately, what we thought we knew, we didn't really know.

The mental hospital, with the word "state" in its title doesn't "really" (don't know why they used that word) service Washington County. They would not admit Ty's father based on Tim's authority- even with the power of attorney. They asked him if he wanted to sign himself in. He, of course, refused. So, Tim was now on his way back with his father after wasting all the time to drive him to Lexington on the recommendation of the state police. When he got back home, Ty's father was more agitated than ever. He found everything he could and began trying to hurt Tim and Ty's mother. He picked up a chain and began swinging it. By this time we had been on the telephone with the Alzheimer's Associations and learned that instead of calling the police, for an Alzheimer's patient you should call the paramedics who are required to at least take a person who is making threats to the hospital for assessment. The paramedics came out. First one bus, then two. Four men could not get Ty's father to cooperate, so the police were called again (this time I'm not sure if it was local or state). The police were able to convince him to either get into the ambulance by telling him he was going either in the ambulance or the police car. When we went to bed at 11:30 last night, Tim, his mother and his father were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital again (the second time in the last month) waiting to see if he would be admitted.

Wow! That was a lot in a day. And, I didn't chronicle half of what happened. I now have an inkling of what Ty's mother has been suffering through. Just the time I was left alone with Ty's father, I found myself talking in whispers on the phone, sneaking off into another room to leave him to his conversations with Great God and Little Jesus, afraid of answering a question the wrong way and setting him off. I can only imagine the stress she's been under being awakend in the middle of the night most nights, hearing him open and close doors, finding him out on a busy state route in the middle of the night, being held prisoner because he didn't want her going out, not being allowed to talk on the telephone. It was the longest 24 hours of my life. I honestly have to say I was literally watching the clock counting down the minutes until I could get out of there. I would not have left Ty's mother alone in that circumstance. But, once Tim showed up, I wanted to get my girls out of there before God knows what took place.

Not much scares me more than someone who hears directly from God. There was a lot of talk about how he would do whatever God told him to do. Much of his talk to God is out loud and clearly audible to everyone. Some of it is silent and some of it is whispered. One of the things he whispered was that he was not going to tie her up with rope and drag her. He would take her hand like she was his mother and lead her. That was frightening.

This all has me questioning again the nature of man. I looked at my father-in-law's body yesterday and had a feeling eerily similar to when I looked at my grandmother's body after she had died. That was not her. She was somewhere else. I just knew that in my heart. As I looked at Ty's father sitting on the couch mumbling yesterday I thought "That is not the man I knew.". His brain is keeping his body up and moving around, his heart is beating, his kidneys are functioning. But, I've known Ty's father and loved and respected him for almost 23 years now. He's a caring, loving, intelligent man. He's the protector of his family. He would be mortified to know that he is acting this way. He would be disgusted at the behavior his body is carrying out now. But, if that's not Ty's father, where has he gone? Thich Nhat Hanh's teaching that when conditions are right, we manifest and when conditions are no longer right we no longer manifest comes to mind now. His brain is not able to function anymore to allow him to manifest. Thich Nhat Hanh says we don't come and go. We do not come from anywhere and we do not go anywhere. So, it's not right to say he's gone. I'm not sure I buy into that completely. But, I do know the man I knew is no longer with us.

I'm glad we went to Springfield on Friday. I don't know if our being there prompted the break, or if it was synchronicity or God's timing. But, Ty's mother needed us there for a couple of reasons. She's looking for validation of her decision to put him in a nursing home. She doesn't want to hear "It's your decision, mama.". She wants people to back her up on it. This has to be for her worse than her worst nightmare. She has dedicated 51 years of her life to her husband and would stick with him through "better or worse, in sickness and in health". But, what can she do when living with him threatens both hers and his physical safety? She also wants us to know first hand what she's been going through. Before this trip, in the back of my mind I thought that maybe if she were just a little stronger person, she could hang onto what they had for a little while longer. Now, there is no doubt in my mind that she cannot spend another night alone with him.

This, obviously, is a very trying time for all of us. I saw the stress on Ty's mother and Tim yesterday. I've seen the stress on Ty. I see people grieving and mourning the loss of a father and husband who is still physically with us. Yesterday on the way back, I asked Ty what she wanted for dinner. She answered "For things to be the way they used to be." Impermanence is a two edged sword. The old must pass away to make way for the new. We cherish precious moments because we know they are fleeting. We appreciate those times with our children because we know one day they will grow up and no longer need us. Impermanence assures us that no matter how bad the pain, it won't last forever. Impermanence allows us to get through the hard times by knowing all we have to do is "hold on a little while longer" (thinking of the song by Sound of Blackness). But on the flip side, we cling; and then impermanence causes suffering. We don't want to let go of the good times. We want to think our dad will always be strong and loving and kind and there for us. We forget that if it were not for impermanence we would not have grown up and had our own children that we cherish so deeply. If we had the power to hold them back, they'd never have their own. We remember the the "good old days" and want them back. As Carly Simon sang and this is the one line from a song that has meant more to me than any other ever "These are the good old days.". I try to remember that each and every day.

Rough days are ahead. I think all of us thought when we got the diagnosis a couple of years ago that we had more time. Just six months ago we thought we had more time. Just two week ago... It seems like his Alzheimer's has exploded. There are some health issues that maybe, maybe give us some hope that, if they are corrected the hallucinations will not be as bad. But, it's clear that a major phase in Ty's family is gone now for both the children and for her mother and it's a very hard thing to deal with.

I read this story in Anthony De Mello's "The Song of the Bird" last night. It's a great collection of wisdom stories. How does this one strike you?

Here is the Good News proclaimed by our Lord Jesus Christ:

Jesus began to preach in parables.

The Kingdom of God is like two brothers who were called by God to give up all that they had and serve humanity.

The older responded to the call generously, though he had to wrench his heart from his family and the girl he loved and dreamed of marrying. He eventually went off to a distant land where he spent himself in the service of the poorest of the poor. A persecution arose in that country and he was arrested, falsely accused, tortured and put to death.

And the Lord said to him, "Well done, good and faithful servant! You gave me a thousand talents' worth of service. I shall now give you a billion, billion talents' worth of reward. Enter into the joy of your Lord."

The younger boys' response to the call was less than generous. He decide to ignore it and go ahead and marry the girl he loved. He enjoyed a happy married life, his business prospered and he became rich and famous. Occasionally he would give alms to the poor.

And when it was his turn to die, the Lord said to him, "Well done, good and faithful servant! You have given me ten talents' worth of service. I shall now give you a billion, billion talents' worth of reward. Enter into the joy of your Lord.

"The older boy was surprised when he heard that his brother was to get the same reward as he. And he was pleased. He said, "Lord, knowing this as I do, if I were to be born and live my life again, I would still do exactly what I did for you."