Nouwen: We Are Loved for All Eternity

Nouwen: We are Loved for All Eternity

“God loved you before you were born. God will love you after you die. God says, ‘I have loved you with an everlasting love.’ You belong to God from eternity to eternity. Life is just a little opportunity during a few years to say, ‘I love you, too.’”—Henri Nouwen in You Are the Beloved: Daily Meditations for Spiritual Living (Convergent Books, 2017).

Nouwen reminds us that we were loved before our birth and will be loved after we die. Love never dies. We brought love into the world, and we have the opportunity to enlarge and multiply it and give thanks for it. Yet, in some mysterious way, we also leave part of love behind and take love with us when we die.

Love is the inheritance, the legacy we leave behind in the world. Death has no power over love. If only we could keep remembering that our true vocation on this earth is to love: to let members of our family know they are loved; to let our neighbors know they are loved; to let those in our city, those in our state, those in our country, and those in our world know they are loved.

This is a monumental job, but we will be given daily times and places to do this. Love may not always be on our agenda, but we will find opportunities to respond if we are open to it. David G. Benner1 calls this awareness enlightenment—seeing with the eyes of the heart. He also believes this is a gift of the Spirit readily available to all.

Because of some of my mobility issues, I now sit in a special elevated chair. Some of the fantastic people I work with at my church made a sign for my chair to let me know that I will always have a reserved place, and that we are all still loved, even with our handicaps. I treasure their act of love and share it and pass their act of love on to you.

1 David G. Benner Spirituality and the Awakening Self: The Sacred Journey of Transformation (Brazos Press, 2012), pp. 144-146.

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Lessons from Frederick Law Olmsted

Lessons from Frederick Law Olmsted

Guest Writer: Alan Schlesinger

view from our living room window of the adjacent wooded lot a year before the hurricane

A little more than one year ago, Hurricane Helene ravaged Western North Carolina, a beautiful portion of Appalachia where my wife, Paula, and I moved in 2022—two years after we retired. Our home is in Asheville, a picturesque mountain town and the cultural center and county seat of Buncombe County. In this county, 40% of the storm-related deaths in North Carolina occurred during this historic natural disaster. Flooding washed away homes, and tremendous winds toppled countless trees in the beautiful woodlands. The entire landscape was transformed into a tangle of downed oaks, pines, and maples. Nearly two hundred miles of the Blue Ridge Parkway—one of the country’s national treasures—were closed; the North Carolina Arboretum (located in Asheville) estimated that it lost 10,000 trees among its 1,000 acres.

This was a challenging time for us. In addition to the storm, Paula’s mother, who moved to a retirement facility in Asheville to remain near us, suffered a stroke days before the storm and passed away approximately three weeks afterwards. Paula, who is an enthusiastic naturalist (she has completed both the Texas Master Naturalist and Blue Ridge Naturalist programs in her first five years of retirement), had to mourn the loss of her mother and the loss of nearly one hundred trees in the one-half acre lot where our house sits and the adjacent one-half acre lot of dense woodland that we had also purchased.

Once the initial steps of the monumental cleanup were underway, I suggested that we take a short trip to North Carolina’s Outer Banks: the barrier islands along the state’s beautiful coastline. We had not yet seen that part of the state, and after losing her mother and witnessing the destruction of a majority of the trees around our new home, I thought Paula needed a rest and a brief change of scenery. We stayed in a beautiful bed-and-breakfast in the town of Manteo on Roanoke Island. The time away and the opportunity to experience, for the first time, a new area of natural beauty was therapeutic for both of us. When consulting our Outer Banks guidebook, we read about the Elizabethan Gardens in Manteo (a “garden…created for your enjoyment, and as a living memorial to the time when Sir Walter Raleigh’s lost colonists lived in this very place over 400 years ago”). While walking from one section of the gardens to another in mid-November, we were impressed with all we saw and decided we wanted to return one Spring to see the flowers in bloom and trees with leaves.

Then I witnessed Paula’s epiphany as we wandered through the “woodland garden” portion of the 10.5-acre Elizabethan Gardens—when she had the idea to create a woodland garden in our adjacent one-half-acre lot, which was originally densely wooded. That land, which only had approximately a dozen remaining trees—a small number of them tall, healthy trees—was a blank landscape upon which she could transform into woodland retreat by planting native trees and shrubs (including those ideally suited to attract birds and pollinators), creating a trail, and placing a birdbath for birds and benches for people to spend time and enjoy nature.

Soon after we returned to Asheville, Paula began planning the transformation. Using plans from our landscape architect, our landscaper completed the cleanup of the future woodland garden. In the Spring, a nature trail was created, trees and shrubs were planted, and birds began visiting their birdbath. Neighbors began telling us how the inchoate garden was lifting their spirits and encouraging them to undertake similar projects to create new landscapes in our community.

It is time for me to tie this all in with the title of this piece. Frederick Law Olmsted, the father of landscape architecture in America, had a significant impact in many parts of the country: designing NYC’s Central Park and Prospect Park, the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition in Chicago, and the grounds of the US Capitol. He is a household name in Asheville as he devoted much of the last decades of his life designing the gardens and woodlands of the Biltmore Estate.

Olmstead championed the democratization of public spaces for recreation, the appreciation of nature, and relief from the stresses of urban life. He said that “a park is not simply a place to escape the hustle and bustle of the city; it is a sanctuary for the human spirit.” Most importantly to us, it allowed people who were mourning the loss of their forested community to see that there was still remarkable beauty in the land that remained and to understand that they—being entrusted with the stewardship of that land—could help it grow into a new, awe-inspiring natural space. We just have to embrace Olmsted’s values—his ability to see his surroundings as a blank canvas where nature’s beauty can be nurtured. As Olmsted famously said, “nature has a way of reminding us of our place in the world.”

Most importantly, we have to be patient, as patient as a landscape architect. When discussing the life of a landscape architect, Olmstead once remarked: “I have all my life been considering distant effects and always sacrificing immediate success and applause to that of the future. In laying out Central Park, we determined to think of no result to be realized in less than 40 years.” I hope we and our neighbors in Asheville can learn from Olmsted and strive to show such patience.

Alan Schlesinger

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A Hurricane, A Stroke, And The Church

A Hurricane, a Stroke, and the Church

Guest Writer: Alan Schlesinger

A week before Hurricane Helene hit our community in Western North Carolina, my wife Paula and I flew to Brooklyn to meet our first grandchild. Less than twenty-four hours after we arrived, we got a call that Paula’s 94-year-old mother had suffered a devastating stroke. We returned on the next flight. Although she received immediate state-of-the-art care, including emergent thrombectomy and anti-coagulation, she failed to improve, and the doctors, Paula, and her brother had to make difficult decisions regarding whether to pursue aggressive rehabilitation or hospice care. 

Before enough time had elapsed to make a final decision, one week after the stroke, Hurricane Helene devastated Western North Carolina, including our community in Asheville. Our neighborhood is heavily wooded and was particularly hard hit with literally thousands of trees blown down. We had at least 40 trees down on our own property, including one that landed on our house (thankfully with minor damage). We had no power, internet, or cell service, so we couldn’t reach our family and friends. 

For more than a day, we could not reach the end of the driveway, let alone our street. After the fire department and many residents cleared a narrow lane to leave the neighborhood, we could not reach the hospital (only 5 miles from our house) due to flooding. We had to drive nearly an hour, use precious gasoline when no gas stations were open, and take a circuitous route to reach the hospital. 

I dropped Paula and her brother off at the hospital to check on her mother, then used cell service to contact our children and friends, who I knew must be worried. I was given many tips by people I encountered: try Pack Square in the center of town, try the sidewalks outside certain hotels, etc. I went from place to place but could not get service. 

Ready to give up and drive home, I felt a need to check on our downtown church, a few blocks away—First Presbyterian Church, Asheville. To my surprise, when I walked into the church, I was greeted by our associate pastor and found a half dozen church members on cell phones, tablets, and laptops. There was power and internet connectivity. Using WiFi-enabled calling, I could talk to my children and friends and let them know, after more than 24 hours without contact, that we were safe. I told our associate pastor how I had first tried to get cell service, chasing tips and rumors without success. Still, I eventually inexplicably found myself drawn to the church, where I found everything I needed. Half-joking, I told him he could indeed see a sermon in that story. 

There has been unfathomable devastation here in Western North Carolina, and I was amazed daily by the grit of our community as people worked tirelessly to help one another. People with chainsaws cut downed trees. Others, including children, stacked logs and carried away debris. People shared precious food and water. Despite being stressed and stretched thin, the doctors, nurses, and other healthcare workers helped Paula and her brother decide to place their mother in Hospice care, where she is now comfortable. I will always appreciate how everyone banded together to help one another, but I certainly will never forget how I was drawn to our church on that overwhelming first day, and how I found everything I needed in that place. 

If you want to help Asheville, the River Arts District was heavily hit. There is a River Arts District Artist Foundation (RADA):

https://riverartsdistrict.com/donate/

Also, the Red Cross at  https://www.redcross.org

 

Alan

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