I believe the Buddha said something
like this: “Imagine that you are walking along a path in the forest and
suddenly, out of the trees, comes an arrow and heads right into your
thigh. When the arrow goes into your
thigh, do you say to yourself, ‘I wonder what kind of wood the arrow is made
out of… I wonder where its bird feathers
came from… I wonder how hard the arrow
traveled before it hit me… NO! What you
are thinking is, ‘I gotta get this freaking arrow out of my leg!’”
This makes sense, but so many of us do
not remove the metaphorical arrow from our metaphorical leg. We dwell on it instead sometimes for years.
After my father got into recovery from
his alcoholism, he came to me wanting to reconcile. He had done his fourth and fifth steps in Alcoholics
Anonymous, a searching and fearless moral inventory, and admitted to God, to
himself, and to another human being the exact nature of his wrongs. And he said before we could reconcile he
needed to make amends to me.
Now you might wonder why I am telling
you this story when we are talking about Yom Kippur. First as Bev mentioned earlier, Yom Kippur is
about confessing, being honest in our personal inventory, and then working on
forgiveness and reconciliation with one’s god and other people. My father had certainly done these things.
But here’s the hitch to all this. At the point my father came to me, I was
still in process. I hadn’t done all the
forgiveness work I needed to do and was not sure I was ready for
reconciliation. I wanted to think about
it some more. I wanted to write about it
some more. I wanted to be in control of
when and how this happened. I couldn’t
even conceive of reconciliation with my father.
I was stuck and not sure what to do.
Unitarian Universalist minister Reverend
Forrest Church wrote a sermon on Yom Kippur and talked about this
stuckness:
“Look at it this way. You are reading a
book. And then you get stuck. I know it's happened to you. So often it's
happened to me. I read a page and then realize I wasn't paying attention. My
mind wasn't tracking. So I go back to the top and read it again. Simple, right?
No, not so simple. Because, more often than not, when I go back to read the
page again I get even less out of it than I did the first time. I go into a
kind of trance. I concentrate harder, but to no avail. I read sentence after
sentence, and then get to the bottom of the page and again realize I haven't
caught the drift. So I go back to the top. This time I really concentrate. I
read it word by word. I hear the words ring in my brain, but they don't even
compose sentences. The harder I try to get through this page, the more
completely incomprehensible it becomes. I am in a trance, increasingly
frustrated, more and more lost. In life,
as when reading a book, whenever you are stuck, when the harder you try the
less you comprehend, when you have read the same passage three times with
diminishing returns, my suggestion follows the logic of this sacred season:
‘Turn the page.’”
Reverend Church concludes, “Yes, you will
probably have missed something. But sometimes trying to find something you know
you have missed just delays you from discovering things that await you when you
turn the page. New characters. A twist in plot. Or the development of
character, which almost never happens when we are stuck--when we are going over
the same old page, again and again, caught in a trance, looking for paragraphs
and finding sentences, looking for sentences and finding words. Not able to go
on. Not able to turn the page. Reading the same words, the same thoughts, the
same feelings over and over again, hitting bottom and then going back to the
top of the page, the same page, where we are stuck with ourselves or with
others or with our lives. So that's my
message … and the message of the season. If you've read some recent chapter
from the script of your life over and over again, if you keep reading it over
and it's making less and less sense, seal the book, turn the page.”
So, I turned the page with my
father. I decided to meet with him, even
though I hadn’t done all the work I needed to do, even though I didn’t feel I
was ready, even though I had left so many things unexplored in our
relationship. I had been working on
forgiveness of him for my own internal healing, but reconciliation that was
something completely different. I let
him share his Step work with me. I
listened, I accepted his confession, his forgiveness, and his desire for
reconciliation. And I was numb. I wanted there to be more. In my head I had turned the page, but in my
heart turning the page was much more difficult.
I wanted to a new beginning with my
father, but it would take some more time for me. I could now treat him with kindness,
compassion, respect, but I still needed joy, love, and connection to really
turn the page. I knew I had just
ear-marked it to come back to it later.
The key was confessing my numbness to
him and working together to find the joy, love and connection that we once had,
and we both wanted to find again.
In the Jewish faith, Yom Kippur calls
for confession, forgiveness, and reconciliation. We can, through with the help of our
spiritual community here, as well as our own internal resources, do the work of
confession and even forgiveness, knowing sometimes, reconciliation may not be
possible. Sometimes, the person is dead,
or is not ready, or you are not ready, or the person is not someone you really
want to reconcile with—perhaps he/she is an abuser—and we have to turn the page
without reconciliation. Our heart will
not be fully healed, but we must move on in our lives. As Rev. Church says: “If you've read some recent chapter from the
script of your life over and over again, if you keep reading it over and it's
making less and less sense, seal the book, turn the page.” Seal the book. Easy to say, hard to do. I told you of a page I had to come back to,
but there are within all of us books that just need to be sealed permanently,
so we can move on.
