Showing posts with label Bruce Cockburn. Show all posts
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Monday, March 14, 2022

Solace: a playlist for loss


 In 2005, we lost my beautiful sister, Faith, to renal cancer which was likely caused by two treatments for two bouts of Hodgkin’s disease in the early 1990’s.  During the difficult times of her illness and passing, we had 2 cds on heavy rotation: Steve Bell’s “Solace,” and Fernando Ortega’s “The Shadow of Your Wings.”  Steve Bell’s liner notes said this: 

“The Solace Project began when a friend, who was then dying of cancer, sent us an email to say that he had compiled several of my songs on a CD and was using it for pain management and comfort. He wrote in his diary, “I want to see a ‘sustaining’ CD from Steve Bell, a compilation that would help those who are dying and those who love them.” Ben had gone as far as to list which songs he thought would be best and had even thought through possible packaging scenarios for a CD. It occurred to us at Signpost that this could be a meaningful project and so we went ahead and put SOLACE together.”

At Faith’s funeral Chris Rice’s “Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus)” and Matt Redman’s “Blessed be the Name” were sung.” 


In 2019, almost 15 years after Faith’s passing, I returned home from a 4 day bikepacking trip with an extreme and unexplained fatigue.  The fatigue seemed to be connected to a severe infection and subsequent rounds of antibiotics. In July of that year I had completed an Ironman 70.3 Triathlon, in October, I couldn’t walk around the block. The antibiotics finally knocked down the infection, but the fatigue did not dissipate. I used the down time to get a spot checked out on my forearm. In December, I had surgery for Melanoma.  The cancer was caught early enough and I required no further treatment, but the recovery from surgery as well as some nagging continued symptoms from the infection weighed on me. And… the deep fatigue persisted.



Early 2020, I received a call from my only other sister, Kathy, about some disconcerting symptoms that she was getting tested. In the Spring she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer.  Due to the physical distance and Covid-19 restrictions we were only able to visit with her briefly when she came south for treatment in the Summer.  Kathy passed in hospice care on January 10, 2021.  Her funeral was online due to Covid-19.  During her illness and subsequent death, I returned to Steve Bell and Fernando Ortega for solace.  I’ve added other artists to the streaming list I now listen to.


My fatigue has only worsened through the two and a half years.  I’ve been diagnosed with Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. ME/CFS has kept me from ministry, relationships, and the outdoor adventure that I love.  Needless to say, these last few years have been full of grief (there have also been times of great joy). I realize that these have been difficult years for many people so I thought I would share the playlist that I keep returning to for solace.


https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6AmfXc7Z2ibKrchi7b9hCh?si=IL8tkMeHQWmDgr_0FTagUg


https://music.apple.com/ca/playlist/solace/pl.u-9N9LLpeTxy49oE 


I hope you find solace as you listen


The Lord, who is close to the broken-hearted and who rescues those whose spirits are crushed:

The Lord bless you and keep you

The Lord make his face shine upon you

The Lord turn his gaze toward you

    And give you peace.

 





Tuesday, December 15, 2015

2016 Christmas Letter - #FashionSanta

Social media told me that Yorkdale Mall hired model Paul Mason, and “his glorious white beard,” to play Santa Claus this year.  If you google #FashionSanta you’ll see that he might actually look a little more like the real Saint Nicholas than the Coca-Cola version of a very large elf in a very large suit.


The whole thing got me thinking about how we celebrate the birth of Jesus with all sorts of glitz and glamour when the Prophet Isaiah describes the coming savior like this,
“He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
   nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by mankind,
   a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
   he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.
  • Isaiah 53:2-3


I’m all for having fun with Christmas, but in the midst of the lights and tinsel we can’t forget that we are celebrating the birth of God who came as a poor, homeless, helpless infant.  I love how Brennan Manning writes it in a chapter called “Shipwrecked at the Stable”: “God entered into our world not with the crushing impact of unbearable glory, but in the way of weakness, vulnerability and need. On a wintry night in an obscure cave, the infant Jesus was a humble, naked, helpless God who allowed us to get close to him.”


While we might celebrate Christmas with “unbearable glory,” that is not where we will find the One we celebrate.  He is not in the lights and tinsel – he is in the stable.  To quote Bruce Cockburn, “It isn’t to the palace that the Christ Child come, but to shepherds, and street people, hookers and bums.” (The Cry of a Tiny Babe)


As “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” says, “He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas, he thought... doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps... means a little bit more!
It actually means a lot more – it means that God has come to be among us, to show us who he truly is: “No one has ever seen God, but the one and only Son, who is himself God and is in closest relationship with the Father, has made him known.” – John 1:18


This Christmas, celebrate well! Get out the lights and tinsel, the turkey and the trimmings, but make sure that you find the One whom we celebrate as well.  You won’t find Him in the lights – he won’t come in unbearable glory, he’ll come “in the way of weakness, vulnerability and need.”  Among the rejected ones, that’s where you’ll find the Christ Child.


Merry Christmas!