Wednesday, December 31, 2025

And Then Everything

This morning my wife and I had a far stretching conversation. It grew out of ordinary morning habit - light a few candles, read from the Bible alongside a brief devotional. Over time, now as senior citizens and as members of a church which emphasizes community of believers more so than preaching, it is obvious to us that this habit is a good one, not to uphold some long held tradition, but to receive inspiration and instruction for each day, not only Sunday mornings. Vital.

Vital, especially if you are tuned in. Ready! Set! And then we read about rubix cubes! 😏  Yup, that was it, kind of! The devotional habit promptly got into “what might be biblical or inspirational about rubix cubes?” At first kind of blank, and then mysteriously interesting for us. The writer’s brief review of the cube’s history at the hands of one Arno Rubik, a reclusive professor of architecture (yes!) and the long trek of finding right materials and then the eventual challenge to solve the very device he had created. Interesting! Conclusion? There is need for our Creator God to ‘lean into’ the many challenges we face today. Right.

Then just a bit of tuning in; given this overtly simple (simplistic?) conclusion we began thinking about challenges we have before us, relational and spiritual hunger not only in family, in neighborhood and also our church. Then how about the age factor? There’s quite an age range we think and talk about every day (yes, old people have the luxury now to think about many things). Now in midst of devotions, Erik Erikson comes up, a psychologist whom I read once upon a long time ago, [i] and more recently Richard Rohr. [ii] It became a conversation about God not only leaning in, but present in all things, all life stages, not only hard challenges, but very subtle possibilities of meaninglessness. We talked about our story, my own burnout at a point of my life when ‘successful preachers’ might be hitting the speakers’ circuits and modeling the very best of what I had been preaching about. I was a pastor with a success label - top of the career you might say – and I had only a wish to die. My recovery began when I admitted first to myself and then to some trustworthy people around me that my spiritual thirst was deeper than career success. I admitted a longing for the open road, recognized the wonderful gift of a Class 1 truckers license ever present in my back pocket during those years of pastoring.

It was indeed the open road which began to reveal unexpected benefits, like the sheer joy of getting to know my youngest two, whom I had had no time for during their high school years, and now they were college students in Winnipeg. I got to see them often on my way through that important hub for international trucking. What a joy to hear them tell stories about friends or studies or whatever.

Erick Erickson’s psychosocial approach identifies eight stages of the life-cycle. At that time I was probably in his Stage 7 (Middle adulthood; generativity versus stagnation). This shows up in immediate challenges like parenting, says Erickson. I interpreted that as permission for the very thing now happening - a need to be authentic, regardless of the job. Rohr, from his priestly vantage, focuses more on the adulthood stages. Life is more than a career path. 

Especially meaningful to us, was both authors’ assertion that the first half of life includes getting established and known for something; the second half involves filling that identity with meaning, spiritual richness, often after experience of necessary failures or suffering, transforming down into a more authentic self. Although the devotional made scant reference to the scripture of the day, Psalm 80 made good contribution to our conversation, e.g. Restore us, O God; let your face shine, that we may be saved. Lord God of hosts, how long will you be angry with your people’s prayers? (:3-4).

We had here perfect reference to what might be personalized middle adulthood issues. Most middle adult devotional writers, or preachers, or business executives, are now the Generation X. They are the ones born to the baby boomers. Us BB’s are the good lifers. We have suffered no wars and most of us hit hard on making a good living. Now as senior citizens we live with some consequence. Our children, having noted our busy-ness during their growing up, are a product of this value system. Many of them have hi-tech knowledge in matching career paths, at least two incomes, several cars or SUV's, vacation trips, etc. etc. These are feel good qualities for us good lifers, endlessly what gets bragged about in coffee klatches. We try not to talk about our children's middle adulthood issues possibly soon encroaching on their journeys.

Today’s Gen Xers are in two worlds – values picked up from us good-lifers and a skillset to accomplish all things! The digital age is their language, and it may show up as a rubix cube demonstration. It also shows up in their faces, their memos, their business plans, their conversations and of course social media! They are today's workforce, today's teachers.

X indicates any of many things. Our children, the professionals and/or business owners we believe they are, live with all those opportunities and possibilities of pitfalls before them. X is in most mathematical formulas (Hmm, our oldest son is a math teacher). 

Finally, in consideration of all this ... everything, X may also be a challenge for those among them who have claimed a faith and seeking to live and express it in a believable way in today’s needy and broken world. Big challenge indeed. We may soon be watching that action from the vantage of the 'cloud of witnesses' up there (Hebrews 12:1).

Lots of conversation this morning. And then we prayed.



[i] Erik H Erikson, Identity and the Life Cycle (Scranton, PA: W.W. Norton Publishing, 1994).

[ii] Richard Rohr, Falling Upward: A Spirituality for the Two Halves of Life (San Francisco: Jossey-Bass, 2011).

Friday, December 5, 2025

The Fourth and the Eternal

There is a saying probably well rubbed into the annals of time, “It’s hardest to show love to those who are closest.” That sentiment is near at hand these last several days as my family and I are dealing with the death of one of us. The imminence of my brother’s death, his colorful personality and life journey are well inscribed if not in the history books, then at least in the memories and the family lore. Philip was a character person. Having written somewhat theoretically about end-of-life a few years ago [i], this blog will be very different. I now write anecdotally, and I know each of my siblings could add many variations and probably corrections. I shall try it this way: First, Did he die? Then secondly, A House Party; and finally, New Life? Here we go.

Did he die?

I received a text message the morning after Philip’s passing. This was after the rumor mill had already been active for a day or two - customers at my younger sister’s and my brother’s local businesses enquiring, and they were not able to provide clear answers. As soon as I received the text I notified with an email to the whole clan. Next up were the funeral queries. Where, when? Now I really felt badly for my younger sister and brother as again they did not have an immediate answer. I was invited, the only family member to make the cut among friends and fans!

Thoughts to myself: I shall participate in this gathering which will be one of those Celebrations of Life quite common these days. By invitation! Not quite sure what that means, my mind into “I wonder who’s not invited.” Being the eldest brother, my brain is busy. Grateful for the invite, I also feel badly for those not so. Why? And then of course the next thought, “How can I manage some appropriate communication with all the others” (family of twelve now whittled down to nine)?

And very important, how might I listen and speak clearly with his youngest daughter and business partner? [ii] She knows who her dad liked and didn’t like; 😏 she’s grief stricken, loved her father dearly and lost her mother just over three years ago. I’m guessing her dad may even have left a few instructions, “Don’t bother with all that funeral crap; no need for a service”, etc. etc. Not being a church girl nor well connected with her dad’s siblings (most of them also not church goers), I hate to think of her vicariously living with her dad’s agenda. She is a charming and articulate person, well respected by the people she knows. She will be a great host to all the guests. All this while Philip slips away into eternity.

A House Party

I arrived a few minutes late (nothing new to my friends here in Calgary 😔), no problem for this full house, a number of others right in behind me! The comfort of conversation is a blessing, especially when you know hardly anybody. My pretty niece ever so sweet and hospitable in this the home of her growing up. Approximately half an hour into the hubbub, as agreed, she introduces me her uncle, “dad’s oldest brother, and he will say a few things and a prayer.” It was but a few extemporaneous family comments and then a Committal Service similar to many I have done before.[iii] Fascinating to me was the rapt attentiveness and looks of hospitality ranging from Philip’s grandkids all the way through neighbors and longtime AA friends. The party needed a Divine reference; ashes in the urn and spirit in presence of our resurrected Lord Jesus.

New Life?

As many of my readers know, it does not take long for ‘my thinker’ to kick in. It is now a few days since the goszgebat (Low German for celebration). My reflections now include not only the holy party but a delightful dinner with my younger siblings later that same day. Already life is going on. We could not help but reflect on our brother’s persona, his creative crude language and his declaration of life in the fourth dimension. It is after some earlier research that I have come to recognize a commonality between the two of us – probably why we enjoyed one another, me the preacher and he the alcoholic (yes I also have some alcoholic preacher friends). According to Google the spiritual 4D is a plane of existence that allows us to understand the internal processes behind everything we experience - life, death, dreams, insights, wakefulness, sleepiness. He claimed this life-view never caring whether you agreed or disagreed with him. Fascinating to me, his daughter refers to his shop - the place of his fabrications and repairs – as his sanctuary!  Once when he was telling me about this all-inclusive spirituality, I responded casually that it sounds like the Christian life empowered by the Holy Spirit. He agreed.   

I could slip into theologizing, but no need. Philosophizing? Well maybe a bit. I was oldest of the first third of our large family; he was eldest of the second third – teenagers getting into trouble when us older ones were in college or universities; and then there were the kjliene, the youngest four who already had tired parents still reeling after the eight to date! Philip and I were the eldest in each of our segments, and we understood one another (kind of)! And then there was Joe, oldest of the youngest, entrepreneur, world traveler, also a force to be contended with, deceased seven years ago.

Thus spake Zarathustra. Oops, I was going to stop theologizing! Zarathustra, the founder of Zoroastrianism, is in my brain thanks to a once-upon-a-time college course. Now this preacher is starting to sound intelligent! Once at one of those profound moments of conversation when Philip and I were quite impressed with one another, he quips with childlike clarity a memory verse learned when he was a kid in our Old Colony Sunday School, “Ich bin nur klein. Mein hertz ist rein. Soll niemand darin wohnen als Jesus alein.” 

As indicated at top of this tome, families may present the biggest challenge to deep love. Right in there is also the wonderful possibility of that love which mature adults can reclaim like little children. I cannot but refer to that very same teaching from Jesus one day when his disciples wanted to learn many things, He took a little child whom he placed among them. Taking the child in his arms, he said to them, “Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me” (Mark 9:36-37a). The memory and the brains and the mystery of our Philip will be remembered and retold for years to come. Rest in Peace dear brother.   


i  “Death the Omnipresent,” https://www.jcfroomthoughts.blogspot.com/. May 31, 2022.

ii  Also present was Philip's older daughter from his first marriage.

iii Heinz and Dorothea Janzen, eds., Ministers Manual (Newton, KS: Faith and Life Press, 1983).