5/21/2017 Love Me and Keep My Commandments


Sixth Sunday of Easter
Acts 17:22–31; Psalm 66:8–20; 1 Peter 3:13–22; John 14:15–21

Each week I sit down at my kitchen table with a small tub full of pill bottles and fill up a tray of plastic cases with a week’s worth of medicines, vitamins, and minerals. Every time I do so I am reminded of three families–my own and two others I’ve never met or know anything at all about. But each time I receive a measure of comfort and strength for blessings received and opportunities given.

This week those feelings are a bit stronger than usual. For it was 17 years ago (on May 23 and 26) that I received two liver transplants at the Nebraska Medical Center in Omaha. Without them I certainly wouldn’t be alive today, and in turn I would not have experienced so many years of amazing blessings. I won’t bore you with the details of that experience here. In brief, I had been diagnosed with liver disease a couple years earlier–we didn’t know then and we still don’t know today–why or how that happened. After 13 weeks on the waiting list I got the longed-for call, but unfortunately that liver transplant failed. Three days later I received a second one, and after two months in Omaha (including one on dialysis after my kidneys shut down) I finally came home to Missouri.

I’ll never know just how many prayers and supportive thoughts were offered up for me, my wife Sally, and my family during that time. By nature I am hesitant to say God intervened on my behalf and spared my life. I do know that without a transplant I was going to die, and after my first transplant failed that timetable was moved up dramatically. Doctors later told me they don’t know why it failed; it just did. They waited a couple years to share with me that they believed there was nothing more that could be done at that time and that I would not make it through the week–unless a second donor liver was miraculously available. Of course, that’s exactly what happened. Now when we make our annual trek to Omaha for my checkup, my doctor tells me each time what a miracle I am.

I bring all this up not simply to talk about life-saving medical procedures but to share my experience of not being left alone at times of need.

Jesus’ disciples couldn’t quite understand what he was getting at, as recorded in John 14, with his strange talk. They heard him say he was going away but that another Comforter and Advocate would be sent to help, guide, and support. But where was he going? What was he talking about?

“If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, to be with you forever. This is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, because he abides with you, and he will be in you. “I will not leave you orphaned; I am coming to you. In a little while the world will no longer see me, but you will see me; because I live, you also will live. On that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you in me, and I in you. They who have my commandments and keep them are those who love me; and those who love me will be loved by my Father, and I will love them and reveal myself to them.” –John 14:15-21 NRSV

After two millenia of the Christian church trying to explain it all, we’ve become accustomed to think of that Comforter/Advocate, the Holy Spirit, using the symbol of a descending dove. That’s all well and good, and it certainly has made for some lovely stained-glass windows and tapestries. But I think we Christians still have some difficulty grasping this whole concept of the third member of the Triune Godhead. I suspect we always will. Yet this much I’m sure: God sends comfort and advocacy in a whole lot of different ways, often through people and situations we otherwise would never suspect. At least that’s been my experience.

That’s what I’ve been thinking about a lot this week, in particular. I don’t know what those other two families I mentioned–the donor families who made possible my life-saving transplant–go through each year on their dreaded anniversaries. I’m certain it’s been emotional and difficult to remember their loved ones’ passing. As I mentioned, I don’t know anything about the circumstances that led to their deaths or to what their families went through when they were approached by medical personnel about organ donation. That’s not a position anybody ever wants to be in. I’m grateful they said yes, and who knows how many other recipients were blessed to receive organs and tissue. I only hope they’ve received as much comfort in the years since as have I.

Sally and I have witnessed both of our kids’ graduations from university, embarking on life’s careers, and discovering and choosing what we think will be their lifetime companions, and the birth of our first grandchild. Eight years ago after I unexpectedly entered early retirement, I published my first book under my own imprint, Isaac’s Press. This year I published my second. A few years ago Sally retired from teaching, and that opened a whole new chapter in our lives. After experiencing assorted medical issues during my adult lifetime (related to Crohn’s disease and whatever caused my liver disease) I can honestly say I’ve never felt healthier. I served as pastor of my congregation for four years (coincidentally that began a few months after a devastating arson fire gutted our church building) and as editor of the Herald for more than two years, which was the culmination of 23 years serving the church and its publishing house..

Where once I had no future because my body was diseased and dying, now I’m grateful for today and look with hope to the future. I’m okay with not ever knowing anything about my two donor families–or the two individuals whose untimely deaths opened up possibilities of life for me and others. I respect their privacy in that regard. But I do hope and pray for their continued comfort and blessing. Even in anonymity our paths have crossed, and that cannot be erased.

Like those first disciples of Jesus we’ll never know exactly what Jesus Christ has prepared for us, but we have the same promise of comfort and advocacy. We have hope. And that’s saying a whole lot.

My new book, Speak to the Bones: How to Be a Prophetic People in a Time of Exile, is up on Amazon in both print and e-book formats: 161-page Book ; Kindle e-book.The ancient Hebrew prophets can serve as guides for modern-day prophetic communities to engage in actions for peace and social justice. Each of the 10 chapters includes questions for reflection and discussion, making this great for class use.

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About Rich Brown

Rich Brown is a writer and editor, husband and father, minister and semi-voracious reader, gardener and novice fly fisherman, American and Canadian citizen, living in the southeastern corner of the Kansas City suburbs.
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One Response to 5/21/2017 Love Me and Keep My Commandments

  1. Bruce Logeman says:

    Rich, thank you for the wonderful message which meant so much to me. I have for the past year been having loss of eye sight. I had a cornea replacement which didn’T TAKE BUT THE SECOND ONE DID. i WILL HAVE THE RIGHT EYE CORNEA REPLACED IN jUNE. I’m not sure i understand your sentence which begins ‘by nature,” etc. as it seems to me that maybe the Lord didn’t intervene but the second liver was there for you right when you needed it and you didn’t have to suffer for a long period of time causing more damage to your systeml . I’m just saying you had more help than medical. Thanks again for your sharing with us your message and confirming you felt you were not alone during this journey. B. Logeman

    b. Logeman

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