ΑΝ ΠΕΘΑΝΕΙΣ ΠΡΙΝ ΠΕΘΑΝΕΙΣ, ΔΕ ΘΑ ΠΕΘΑΝΕΙΣ ΟΤΑΝ ΠΕΘΑΝΕΙΣ

(ΠΑΡΟΙΜΙΑ ΟΡΘΟΔΟΞΩΝ ΜΟΝΑΧΩΝ)

Τρίτη, 22 Μαΐου 2012

Healing - Lynette's Hope: a beautiful Woman, an Orthodox Woman, from U.S.A. in Albania



ΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΑ: Η Λινέτ Χοπ & η αντιμετώπιση του καρκίνου
Close to Home (Molly Sabourin)
 
For weeks I avoided picking it up, even as her lovely face stared me down from its cover, from the spot on my nightstand I had placed it as a reminder that I should read this book and be amazed by the courage of its heroine. But I was scared to; there was part of me that was convinced if I examined and related to her story my own fate would mirror hers and I would die an early death just like she did. It is foolish and irrational to think this way; one can certainly miss out on an abundance of spiritual treasures by avoiding what is difficult or unpleasant. It was due to my respect for her family, her friends, her legacy, that I was finally able to get over myself and meet intimately, through her journal entries and website postings, an extraordinary and humble and beautiful and wise individual who met Christ as He is (rather than how we assume He should be) through suffering.

Lynette’s Hope is the title. It was edited and compiled by her dear friend, Father Luke Veronis, and published by Conciliar Press. This memoir of sorts is like a window into a soul being purified by fire. Lynette Hoppe, a mom to two young children, a devoted wife, and a missionary to Albania was not above us in her capacity to feel fear, pain, or disappointment and because of that her emotions and inner wrestlings cut straight to the core of my being in a way that hypothetical ponderings can never quite. If any scenario has the ability to shake up my beliefs, it is that of a mother being taken from her still very dependent loved ones. While reading in first person the thoughts of a woman living out and coming to terms with my greatest of worries, I was touched profoundly and even permanently altered by the words and sentiments she eloquently left behind as a gift to all of us who want so badly to be convinced that Christ is really and truly able to carry us through the roughest of storms and into the quiet of calmness and everlasting safety.

I know it is tempting, wrote Lynette in the Fall of 2005, for people to think that their prayers are not being answered because I have not been healed of cancer. But the truth is that prayers are being answered in the most miraculous of ways – perhaps not for healing of body, but certainly for healing of soul. I know that it is tempting for myself to think only in terms of physical and material prosperity when it comes to deliverance and wellness - that being blessed means being happy and comfortable. Oh the sadness and the guilt that I encounter when faced with news of someone in the throes of a wearisome situation. That could be me! I selfishly internalize, Why wasn’t it me? I can’t imagine being struck by such sorrow! Lord have mercy, make it stop; that is too much of a burden for me, I mean for anyone, to carry!

What I learned through Lynette’s experience, however, is that within the intensity of such pain and utter dependence upon God there is unearthly clarity for those who are willing to view their trials as a means to salvation, as opposed to a form of punishment or grotesque unfairness. As the peripherals in Lynette’s life were made obsolete by her increasing lack of energy and spiritual awareness, her revelations became ever more momentous and remarkable. After months of serenity and an illogical type of joy, Lynette fell prey to despair and my own spirit sank as she recounted her anxiousness at hearing nothing but the echo of her desperate prayers against the hollowness of newly acquired doubts.  
An existential angst, she wrote, gripped me, something foreign to me, as I have never struggled with God’s existence. God has always been real to me, and so to face the question of his existence now seemed to me a kind of failure, a sign that here, at the end, I would fall from faith. Why, I wondered, would God appear to distance Himself after all of her efforts to stay loyal, to remain a witness to His mercy in the midst of a monumental struggle? I wanted to be assured that in such a state of torment Heaven would override the horror of having to leave behind a sweet and wanted life and forcibly dull the sharpness of a soul being sheared of its body. Lynette fasted; she stopped trying and began waiting on Christ. During this time, Lynette remembered, I started to feel that it wasn’t right for me to pray for my own healing, but at the time I so desperately wanted to be healed. I felt that all my prayers were motivated strictly by the desire to gain favor in the sight of God so that he would heal me. My sincerity in prayer sputtered like a wet candle wick. 

Eventually, Lynette would understand that the darkness gripping her so tightly was an outward attack and not a collapse from within. Father Veronis would bring to light for her the “Blessed are the Poor in Spirit” beatitude and she would be comforted. The image that came to my own mind when reading this passage about an already crippled yet godly individual becoming still more broken and then refined, was that of a house that when one first enters appears neat and tidy and perfect, especially when compared to a neighbor’s trashed bungalow with the clutter and the junk and the rusted out cars in the driveway; how simple it is to look around town for a bigger mess than your own and be satisfied. Yet the inherent isolation of dying removed completely from Lynette the option of escaping the dust and debris in her own life through busyness and voyeurism. The all-encompassing magnitude of her cancer became a spotlight uncovering grime and soot she never knew existed within the previously unexplored crevices of her character. Oh my, I suddenly realized, God was not letting Lynette down, He was allowing her to be cleansed out of love; He was preparing her for her entrance into His Kingdom.

Most of us believe, I would venture to guess, that on our own we could never be faultless enough or holy enough or disciplined enough to wriggle our way out of sinfulness and into our Savior’s good graces. But if you’re anything like me, there are moments when that charitable act of kindness or an episode of self-restraint will have you breathing a little easier about your prospects for being saved in the end from hell. That smugness that can turn instantly into fright when our sincerity turns on or off depending on our mood or present circumstances seems the hardest thing to be extricated from on this journey toward Christ and eternal life. Lynette, by the end, would be emancipated from the ups and downs of confidence giving way to despondency. Just thirteen days before her passing, she put the following statement on her website, one I’ve yet to read without awe or tears of hopefulness:

When I first got the news of my pending departure, I was frantic, thinking I needed to do some kind of “ministry,” but I soon realized that there was no value in ministry at this point. What I have done until now is what I have done. What I have become is what I am. To try to have some kind of dramatically different prayer life is simply an attempt to “win his favor” and would actually be rather artificial. I am allowing myself to simply relax in the love of Jesus, to enjoy him in a new way, to think about joining him soon. I have so much peace in thinking there is nothing I can do to win over Christ. 
All I can do is throw myself into his arms and know that it is only through the work of Christ that I can be saved. I feel that I am ready to die a “painless, blameless, and peaceful death” even as we pray every liturgy. I may have a lot of physical pain, but in spirit I feel no pain, other than leaving those I love. 
How fortunate we are to have access to such precious and honest reflections from a warrior, a marathon runner for Christ. May her refusal to give up on either herself or her Creator continue to affect my everyday choices and personal meditations. Dear Lynette, I want to thank you for sharing your voyage with those of us still longing to make sense of it all. I pray for the continued mending of those who were closest to you and that your memory will indeed be eternal! 

Lynette's Hope

In January of 1997, after 6 months of serving as missionaries in Prague, Czech Republic, Jennifer and I were seriously considering tranferring to Bosnia. We were told that after a few months, unless something changed, we would be THE ONLY Southern Baptist missionaries in the country. This was a little intimidating to us, partly because we were only 28 years old and inexperienced as missionaries. But we felt a strong sense of call, and so we went through with the fateful decision to make the move.

To our great surprise, when we arrived in Bosnia, we found that we would not be the only missionaries after all. Something had indeed changed. We discovered that our organization had evacuated about a dozen of its many personnel in Albania to Bosnia. The reason for the evacuation was the mass civil unrest that occurred in early 1997 due to the collapse of a pyramid scheme run by the Albanian government in which many thousands of people lost their life savings (think Enron, but nearly the whole country affected). We all joked at the time that our missionaries to Albania needed someplace safe to go, so they got sent to Bosnia!

(If you don't get that joke, click here and read about the 1992-1995 Bosnian civil war.)

By causing so many missionaries to relocate to Bosnia, the Albanian crisis indirectly but greatly affected our lives and ministry. I didn't know it at the time, but the crisis also impacted another young missionary couple, Orthodox missionaries named Nathan and Lynette Hoppe. They had hoped to depart for Albania in mid-1997, but they were now forced to wait nearly a year.

Nathan and Lynette finally arrived in 1998, after the fury had mostly calmed down. They were an exceptional couple. Converts to Orthodoxy from evangelical Protestantism, they had missions in their blood all their lives. Both had grown up on the mission field, Nathan in South America and Lynette in Uganda. They had loved the lord Jesus and his Gospel all their lives. Having recently come to love the Church that Jesus founded, they were eager to help this Church to start over in a land where all religious expression had been illegal from 1967 until the fall of the Communist regime in 1991.

Nathan and Lynette faithfully served the Lord and the people of Albania for many years, leading many people from unbelief to new life in Christ, and building up His Body, the Church. I must note in passing that life in Albania, as I heard countless times while we were in Bosnia, is VERY difficult! Water and power outages are common, frequent, and long lasting, and there are myriads of other difficulties.

Then, after six years of devoted, self-sacrificial service, they made a tragic discovery: Lynette had stage 4 breast cancer. They returned to the U. S., where Lynette underwent a variety of aggressive treatments. In spite of the treatment, the cancer grew worse and had soon spread throughout Lynette's body. Failing a miracle, Lynette had no hope of survival.

As a former missionary, I have long been a supporter of the Orthodox Christian Mission Center (OCMC), and I have tried to keep abreast of what God is doing through the OCMC around the world. I remember reading late in 2004 about Lynette's diagnosis. I soon joined the throng of people around the world praying for her healing. I began reading her online diary at the website called simply "Pray for Lynette."

In early 2006, with death virtually inevitable, the Hoppes decided to return to Albania, spending Lynette's final time on earth ministering to the people that they had grown to love. Only a couple of weeks before she died, Lynette gave a talk at a girls' camp, speaking frankly about her struggles with her imminent passing and sharing the lessons she had learned. Humanly speaking, Lynette had every reason to be bitter and angry; no one would have thought it unnatural for her to "curse God and die," as Job's wife urged him to do.

But she didn't. She chose instead to focus on God's love and faithfulness through all her pain and suffering. She spoke (and wrote) about all the spiritual healing that God had wrought in her life, even while denying the physical miracle that everyone hoped for. The text of Lynette's final talk, along with a selection of her writings from her private journal, her missionary newsletters, and her website, have recently been published in a beautiful book entitled Lynette's Hope. I read quite a few books. I only recommend the very best to others, and much less frequently do I call a book a "must read." But this book is indeed a "must read." Among other things, it helps us to put our own "suffering" into perspective. After reading it, I was forced to look in the mirror and ask the big dummy standing there, "If this woman can endure what she went through and only praise God for His faithfulness, never complaining, then what's YOUR problem?" In fact, I think I may need to do this again...but I digress.

Let me close by sharing a couple of brief passages from the book, one written by Lynette (an excerpt from her final talk), and one by Nathan, who likewise displayed great faith and courage.
Ten days before she left this earth, Lynette told the girls at the camp,

In the end, I can say that I have never felt that God has given me something terrible. Even during those times of depression and anxiety, when I did feel like He was absolutely nowhere, I learned to cling to what I know is true. I learned not to trust my feelings at all. I have to trust in what I know about God--He is good; He is love; He is always with us (p. 192)
After Lynette's falling asleep in Christ, Nathan wrote:

I remember Lynette saying about her illness: "This is good because it is given to me by God, and God is good. I might not fully understand it but I'm sure that this is good." She taught us how to conquer death because she was with Christ...Lynette's life was bestowed by Christ and she knew it; that's why she had inner peace, no anxiety or fear of death (p. 244)
There is much, much more that I could write about Lynette's beautiful and inspiring story, but I have a better idea: Why don't you get the book and read it yourself? If you do, your life will be changed.

Two other things: Listen to a podcast that discusses the book and that includes the audio of Lynette's final talk. Also, read my new friend Molly Sabourin's outstanding meditation on the Hoppes' story. 

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