Is This All There Is? (Bernice, nearly 100 and mostly blind, provides an answer.)
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Nearly 100, Bernice had been in the geriatric ward for years
because she had nowhere else to go. She no longer spoke aloud and was mostly
blind, but was always smiling. In Bernice’s early days on the ward, nurses told
Malone, “she was known for her folksy wisdom and quiet piety, which she
generously shared with her fellow patients.”
Malone asked a nurse who was particularly close to Bernice
why Bernice always seemed happy.
“Bernice knows Jesus,” the nurse replied, then with more
emphasis, “Bernice. Knows. Jesus.”
A Much Deeper Kind of Knowing
When I read this, I thought, “Wow, she knows Jesus like you would know the person next door or the woman who works in the next cubicle.” But, of course, the nurse was talking about a much deeper kind of knowing, maybe like you know your children or your spouse, but even deeper than that, even more personal and “spiritual.”
When I read this, I thought, “Wow, she knows Jesus like you would know the person next door or the woman who works in the next cubicle.” But, of course, the nurse was talking about a much deeper kind of knowing, maybe like you know your children or your spouse, but even deeper than that, even more personal and “spiritual.”
Some people would simply say that Bernice is delusional,
that Jesus has been dead for 2,000 years and that her “friendship” with him is
simply a matter of magical thinking.
That’s a presumption with which I can’t agree. But it brings
us squarely to the nature of faith, the principal topic of this blog. If you’re
a regular reader, you know that I have frequently expressed my opinion that
faith is mainly a relationship to God and others. But it’s also a way of
knowing, distinct from science – as literature, art and music are – but no less
reasonable.
Faith, like a plant, comes in seed form and you generally spend
a lifetime nurturing it. To have faith, you have to accept uncertainty, just as
you accept it in every other area of life. And you need persistence and
patience.
So if uncertainty isn’t the great enemy of faith, what is?
"Fear,” says Malone. “It is the fear, known or unknown, that
this world is ultimately all there is, that there is no life beyond the here
and now.”
Her faith freed Bernice from this fear. It also allowed her
to be free of the walls of her hospital room, her near-blindness and all of her
many deprivations. Could that be what Jesus meant when he said, “The truth will
set you free?”
There’s a really meaningful song from Colombia called “Los
Caminos de la Vida,” or “The Roads of Life.” Here are the lyrics, in Spanish
for those of you who speak it, and the English translation.
Los caminos
de la vida no son como yo pensaba
Como los imaginaba, no son como yo creía.
Los caminos
de la vida son muy difícil de andarlos
Difícil de caminarlos, yo no encuentro la salida.
The roads of life aren’t what I thought they would be.
They’re not what I imagined, not what I believed them to be.The roads of life are very hard to travel,
Hard to walk, and I haven’t found my way.
The song is an expression of disillusionment, one of the
most common of feelings for many adults, sometimes leading to depression and
even suicide. At some point, many people ask the question, “Is this all there
is?” And no answer satisfies.
Makes Sense of an Otherwise Senseless World
Faith is the definitive answer. A relationship to God makes all the difference. It provides an anchor. It makes sense of an otherwise senseless world in which hopes, dreams and ambitions are swallowed by death.
Faith is the definitive answer. A relationship to God makes all the difference. It provides an anchor. It makes sense of an otherwise senseless world in which hopes, dreams and ambitions are swallowed by death.
Of course, you might say. You fear death so you make up an
afterlife. How honest is that? But is it any less honest than rejecting faith
as a way of knowing mostly because many others are doing so, or ignoring the
question of God and insisting that life is meaningless?
Malone ends his essay by imagining how Bernice may have
expressed to him the choice between faith and the fear that results from giving
up on the search for God.
“Choose faith,” Matthew, she tells him. “Life is hard. And
there ain’t no sense in makin’ it any harder than it needs to be.”
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