The other day I landed on an article that challenged me (You can read it by clicking on the link in the tweet below)…
Just wanted to give a heads up today to an event that I will be taking part of this coming Saturday…and that you can too!
I am referring to Joni and Friends Walk and Roll, a time to reunite with campers and their families, while raising monies, awareness, and ambulatory devices for people in need. It also raises HOPE.
My wife and I have ‘normal’ siblings and relatives (I put that word ‘normal’ in single quotes to draw out the reality that ‘normal’ is only AVERAGES of a lot of individual uniqueness). YET, when we began planning for children many years ago, I was struck with the reality that there was NO GUARANTEE that our children would be ‘normal’, and I wanted to get some assurance from God that my kids would be healed of whatever…
This past weekend I had the opportunity to meet with people who are passionately serving Christ by way of serving families and their loved ones with disabilities through Joni and Friends
As I write this post I think of Ephesians 2:10 because it highlights the fundamental perspective of our passion, namely that God crafted it for us long ago:
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.
Ephesians 2:10 NASB
And in the words of our retreat leader, Liz: ‘we GET to do this’. What a great perspective!
I hate the Stigma towards those with mental illness! While it is bad enough that others do it, when I find the mentally ill doing it to each other AND living under that shadow…well, I get upset. It is akin to shooting yourself in the foot and hoping that somebody would stop pulling the trigger.
Let’s stop this madness because until we do, people like Robin Williams will continue to opt out of life. Really! The pressures of putting on a happy face and insulating our true thoughts and feeling from whosover will continue, and continue to be UNBEARABLE.
The words ‘disability’ and ‘perfection’ on the surface might seem like strange bedfellows, but consider this…
Our nation commemorated 911 this past week, and in respect for those who lost their lives and the many heros of that day, I want to dedicate this post.
…neither do they swing lasso’s, mow lawns, or will they babysit your children. In fact, they would even be fairly poor runners. Absurb?
I find it very ironic how some people voice their opinions. Consider this: Joe (not his real name) gave George (not his real name, either) a verbal thrashing that cut deep into who he was, because he was making fun of his friend who had disabilities. (Wouldn’t it seem that Joe’s respect for others is conditional?) And, yet, this is what happens all too often. And the problem WILL NOT go away. The only thing that will change are the people. The disrespect -couched in conditional respect- will continue.
My dear reader, I am still thinking about Robin Williams, and still can not believe he is gone from our lives. Not forgotten. But gone.
This pic on the left might not be able to be fully comprehended by someone in the throws of suicidal thought, but for my readers who are thinking clearly, who have hope even in the midst of frustrations…this post is for you.
Suicide has claimed another life, this time it is one of our most beloved comedians, Robin Williams. And, while I am saddened by his death, I am more saddened that he found no more hope for which to live.
At one point in his life, some say he accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior but that he was still looking for more. And his “looking for more” is what I want to address in this post.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love.
As I continue my journey working and volunteering with those who have disabilities, I am continually noting that the biggest problem these folks face is acceptance for who they are.
Among the many disability statistics there are, in one poll only 25% of people with mental illness believed that others readily supported them, while 57% of all people echoed similar sentiments.
That is too low, and from my experience I think that, at least, part of the reason is FEAR.
Talk about exploding STIGMA of disabilities out of the water!
This young man, David -and I get to call him my friend! (how cool is that)- is about to enter college this Fall.
As you can gather, David has disabilities.
But, let me tell you what else David has.
- Wonderfully supportive parents
- A community that has supported him AND HIS FAMILY throughout the years.
- Joni and Friends of New England who is bursting with pride for all that David has done
- a Lord and Savior who loves him incredibly much.
Today, I want/need to highlight an article stating, yet another, crime against one who is disabled. The mother continues to look for her son’s attackers!
I have many friends who are disabled, and if this happened to anyone of them, I would be undone if not for the grace of God.
Stories like this stir us to action, and I am hoping/praying that sound judgment will accompany any action towards justice. While not knowing ‘why’ this happened, we may surmise it to be a hate crime, and the irony of hate crimes is that they can easily breed more hate towards the perpetrators of the crime.
Flat affect…Unengaged mood…Monotone speech…Socially dysfunctional…Tangential comments.
Defining People or Listing Symptoms
If you read through such manuals as the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders you will find phrases like this to describe how an individual might be presenting himself before a mental health professional.
Yet… to one too many people, that individual is lost. That individual’s personality, that individual’s dreams, that individual’s hurts, and his desires can so e a s i l y become lost in our rat race of doing our jobs.
…feed by lambs.
Jesus (John 21:15 New Century Version)
About 5 years ago, in the midst of a very busy Christmas Season, I decided to veer off my schedule for the afternoon and talk with Georgette. She had a Bible in her hands, which intrigued me.
Some days I want to quit.
The lessons I daily teach, at times, seem to be so quickly dismissed.
And, I leave the group while wondering if what I taught was in anyway understood.
Like the lesson on the social skill of developing empathy: “Why”, I asked myself, “don’t they treat their peers more kindly?”
For to us God revealed them through the Spirit;
for the Spirit searches all things, even the depths of God.
I had some wonderful talks with people who have disabilities at camp, yet too often I leave a conversation with a person who has cognitive difficulties feeling incomplete. It is not that I did not pour my self into the discussion or the brief encounter, but the fact is that the person showed to me that he had difficulty processing what we had talked about.
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Stories about Communicating with the Cognitively Impaired
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I hope that you have been taking something away from my camp posts
Today, I want to talk about how we can -and, I believe, should- learn from others, specifically, those for whom we care.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me and know my anxious thoughts;
24 And see if there be any hurtful way in me,
And lead me in the everlasting way.
Support can be Icky
This is post number 2 from Camp.
Icky is a word that I don’t use much, but it pretty much accurately describes what I want to share today.