Book: Kate Bowler, Everything
Happens For a Reason And Other Lies I’ve Loved
Most of the grief memoirs in
bookstores are about dying. They’re not about grieving someone who has died. I
don’t know why. Grieving goes on longer than dying, in most cases, yet both are
epic journeys of fighting to survive. We gain insights and wisdom by reading both.
Death isn’t a foregone
conclusion for those who are deemed to be dying because there are remissions, cures,
and misdiagnoses. Dying is not death. One is a possibility; the other is a
finality. Their griefs are cousins. Books written by people who are dying
typically end when those people die, although some include a short afterword by
a trusted family member or friend, like Paul Kalanithi’s When Breath Becomes Air.
Kate Bowler’s
book on dying was published last month. What makes it different is that she is
dying, and she’s not. Bowler has stage 4 colon cancer that is being held at bay
by experimental chemotherapy. She lives two months at a time, from one checkup
to the next. If the checkup is good, she knows she has two more months. If it’s
not, then she knows to start saying goodbye to her loved ones and wrapping up her
life. That’s a hard way to live. As she notes, it’s difficult to plan very far
into the future.
Bowler is also a professor of
religious history who has studied the Christian prosperity gospel, and much of the book is taken up with this. It essentially says that if you are right with God, the proof will be that you are
healthy, have money, a great family, and will prosper in your work. The flip
side is that if you get sick, are poor, or stuck in a job you hate, then you
are an unrepentant sinner and aren’t trusting God enough, even if you are one
of the pastors of this gospel who was in his 40s when he died. It’s a
cause-and-effect theodicy.
Many people have said to her that
there is logic and meaning to her dying — either it’s to inspire others with
her noble struggle, or it’s for her to discover some divine lesson that she
needs to learn. I’m not going to get into the particulars of this, other than
to say that I don’t think God cares about material possessions. I think God
values community, compassion, and helping one another.
Besides her dying freeing her to be herself, including laughing in public at inappropriate times (There’s
a lot of humor. She took up swearing for Lent.), I’m intrigued when she says she’s living in a time suspended between life and death. This
is something that those who are grieving the death of a loved one also discover.
Our focus shifts from planning for the future to living in this moment. We realize
that we only have today to take care of those we love, because tomorrow one of
us may not be here. A lot of us die before we are ready.
Dying is hard, at whatever
age and for whatever reason, because you are facing the stark reality of your
mortality. It’s also hard for others to watch you die. And it’s hard to see
someone we care about struggling to come to grips with losing a loved one, and
feeling powerless to take her pain and fear away.
This is where Kate’s book
shines, for each of these situations. What is needed when someone is in the
midst of inarticulate sorrow, she says, are not words but touch — the power of
a hand holding ours, the warmth of a long hug, the comfort of someone’s
presence as we share coffee. This makes a big difference because it means that
we are not traveling though the wilderness of grief alone.
The last is particularly true, when a person is in inarticulate sorrow. I did not want to nor could I hear words that just left me worse feeling than I already was, even though well meant. Someone holding my hand or hugging me was much more relevant and touched the core. I am now older than my husband was when he died. I think of that almost every day. Time is finite and we don't get to choose how much we have.
ReplyDeleteI think about that, too, Melody, now being older than my wife when she died. Almost as if, what right do I have to live longer! Illogical, I know. But her dying in her 40s makes we aware of the tenuousness of life.
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