Juice and Joy for Friday, November 12, 2010
The wisest and best teachers and pastors seem always to be people who are able to look us in the eye, see into our hearts, and thereby receive us into their own lives.
Somehow—it is not always clear exactly how—we feel ourselves to be known by them, not in a way that intrudes but in a way that accepts. They have an uncanny ability to hold us in their attention, see us as we are, and then invite us into relationship with them. The respect they give to us just by noticing us with care often sustains us and moves us, making it possible for us to learn and grow in ways we never though possible. Beyond what they have to tell us—about the gospel, about the world, about ourselves—there is what they have to provide for us: a hospitable space in which to be the persons we are, each unique and individual.
The longer I live, the less I care about clinical models and DMS-Anything.
Being present, I mean truly being present to those we care for, is what matters most.
Far too many therapists out there, in ties, in collars, in suits, in white coats and loafers, are anywhere but present to those they care for.
There is a holiness of “moment.” It has no language, cannot be measured, nor taught, yet those who hear it heal what hurts.
Being present isn’t sexy, fun or glamorous, it’s just beautiful hard work.
Source: Craig Dykstra, In the forward to the book, Faith Care: Ministering to all God’s People Through the Ages of Life, by Daniel Aleshire, 1988