Linda Anderson-Little's Testimony to the ELCA Bishop's Convocation for Spiritual Leaders
Pr. Linda Anderson-Little
St. Mark's Lutheran Church, Clayton, MO
Bishop's Convocation; Evening Worship
Personal Testimony-November 4, 2009
John 1:1-5, 14
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
2 He was in the beginning with God.
3 All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being
4 in him was life, and the life was the light of all people.
5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it....
14 And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father's only son, full of grace and truth.
The Word of the Lord.
Thank you to Janice for the invitation to share with you where God has been showing up in my life. I am truly grateful to be here-and I don't just mean here in Osage Beach, but I am so thankful to be here-alive.
My name is Linda Anderson-Little and I am privileged to be the pastor of St. Mark's Lutheran Church in Clayton, a first-ring St. Louis suburb. --First a little about me--I was ordained in 1989 and these have been the best 30 years of my life (!) My first call was to an urban church in Detroit-part of the Detroit Lutheran Coalition. Then my husband, Dan, a 6th generation Presbyterian pastor received a call to Kansas City. I served St. Mark's Lutheran church in Kansas City -just 3 miles from Dan's congregation. I served there for 4 years and then resigned and stayed home 9 years while our 3 children were small. We moved to St. Louis 10 years ago, where Dan serves as pastor of Trinity Presbyterian Church in University City. In 2005, when our youngest entered 1st grade, I started the process to return to the clergy roster and was called to serve St. Mark's in Clayton in Oct., 2006, again just 3 miles from where Dan serves, in Oct. 2006. When asked how God shows up in my life-having 2 congregations for Dan and I within a few miles of each other so we can stay somewhat sane and connected is a big one, because only God can work things out like that--twice!
Two years ago this month, just a year after starting at my current call, I was diagnosed with breast cancer-My kids were still young-Leah in 3rd grade, Jacob in 5th grade, Daniel in 8th grade. I can truly say this was the most painful and difficult experience of my life and it was also one in which I was profoundly blessed-beyond measure.
The most difficult time for me came during chemo treatment-especially after my 2nd treatment in January 2008. I experienced a dark night of the soul like nothing I have ever known. The doctor said that some people receive a chemo treatment on Friday and are back to work on Monday. Well, I don't know who these bionic people are, but that was not me. I not only couldn't work, I was plastered to the bed; I couldn't take care of my family. I was on disability for 8 ½ months. I missed Christmas, Easter, Pentecost, Synod Assembly, 2 weddings and Vacation Bible School (well, maybe missing VBS was a perk!).
I have a type A, compulsive personality and it seemed my cancer had the same characteristics-it was an overachiever in every way.
- 3 cm tumor that didn't show up on any mammogram; 2 kinds of cancer, it had spread to the lymph nodes, and all of it was invasive;
- Had a double mastectomy within 2 1/2 weeks of being diagnosed.
- Most people I've met with this disease were done after 6 chemo treatments or fewer-I had 8
- A week and a half after surgery, I was hospitalized with blood clots in my lungs-still on blood thinner
- I really missed my curls and my head was always cold
- After radiation I ended up with a severe frozen shoulder that required surgery last spring
In the throes of chemo, it was hard to experience my own faith; to feel the presence of God in the hundreds of hours I spent alone in bed.
I realized how easy it is to be positive, to believe, to have hope when you feel good. When you don't have the energy to hold the phone to your ear, while you're lying down--well that's another story-I thought surely if the cancer doesn't kill me, the chemo will. I understand in a way I never have before, the lament psalms. I wrote a short lament during this dark night of the soul: Part of it reads
Don't you care, God? Does it mean nothing to you that I have served you, given blood, sweat and tears for your church, for your children? Can you ease the pain, the discomfort, the difficulty just a little bit for me? Can you not see the blood-thinning, weak, aching, lost misery of your servant? The psalmist cries with me "in Sheol who can give you praise?" (Psalm 6:5b) Indeed, in chemo hell, who can give you praise? Not me. For here, you are silent; as quiet as the pillow to which my hairless head is stuck in numbing immobility.
(Bishop Hanson said to "tell the truth," right?)
If this was the only thing going on our life, it might have felt manageable. Our life seemed like a catalog of calamity-
- My mother-in-law died 7 weeks before I was diagnosed
- 1/2-way into my treatment, my father-in-law was diagnosed with a stage 4 brain cancer;
- a week later we found out we had a $10,000 tax bill (on top of the $10,000 in medical expenses we paid out of pocket)
I was so depleted and overwhelmed, I was afraid I was losing my faith. I found it hard to pray, I couldn't feel God with me like I have at so many other times in my life.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.. full of grace and truth.
I couldn't pray, but I knew other people were, so I relied on and trusted their prayers, your prayers;
I couldn't feel the presence of God, but I could see the Word become flesh in the presence of so many people who came to help us;
Some days it was hard to believe that I would ever feel well again, but others believed it for me, and that was enough to see me through.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth.
God showed up a lot-more than I can recount. God showed up for me in other people-in flesh and blood and love that I could hang onto.
- My parents made multiple trips to St. Louis from TX to care for us
- Two friends-both Pastors-took precious vacation time to spend a week with me
- My two sisters each took some vacation time to stay with me;
- Libbie Reinking and Kendra Nolde-full of grace and truth-brought lunch and scripture and prayers on numerous occasions;
- Gary Voss (who filled in at St. Mark's for me) brought me Communion and personalized Psalm 27 for me, inserting "cancer cells" as the evil doers who come upon me to eat my flesh, but it is they who stumble and fall"
- Bishop Mansholt took the time to come and visit me. I confessed to him I was afraid I had a weak faith, but Jerry, you didn't seem concerned about that, and I thank you for that gift. In your suit and dress shoes, you walked along the creek with me and brought the presence of Christ.
- Each night Dan read caring bridge entries to me-website to keep people updated
- I received enough cards to wallpaper the bathroom-twice
- Both of our congregations, our neighbors, friends and families from our kids' sports' teams brought us meals every week, and gift cards for food,
- My older brother, Doug, sent me a Mother's Day card-inside was a check for $7,000. I didn't feel I could accept it, but he said I can't take chemo for you, I can't do radiation for you, but I can do this, so please let me.
- Can't say enough about my husband, Dan-he was in pain himself-about his mom's death, he was afraid for me, he was concerned about his dad's illness, yet he held our family together. He cooked, ran our kids to all their music and sports activities, coordinated help and helped me get through each day.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, full of grace and truth.
We have such an incarnational faith that I experienced so profoundly--more than any other time in my life. I think sometimes we can have too individualistic an understanding of our faith experience, but we mediate, embody, and make known Christ for one another. We have faith because we are in community-the community believes and your faith is my faith-I have it only because we are Christ's body together.
It turns out I had the strongest faith I've ever had, because it was faith-not of my own narrow experience, but the Incarnational faith of others who carried me. God showed up by making clear to me that faith isn't just what I can muster on my own, but a gift you, the Incarnation of Christ, gave to me.
The first gift of the Incarnation of Jesus-was a blanket--a swaddling cloth and I received such amazing cloth that reassured me that Christ was wrapped up with me in this experience.
- Quilt- 's from St. Mark's each family made a square; congregation amazingly wonderful
- blanket from a friend of my mom's who I've never even met
- prayer shawl from a friend
- prayer poncho that I'm wearing from my cousin
The gift of the Incarnation also draws me out to find what is redemptive in the brokenness and suffering-to see where grace and truth are for me in this time
God showed up for me in learning to do nothing, to really rest, release myself from the notion that as much as I wanted to live, I am not indispensable-the congregation continues to embody Christ and bear witness to the Incarnation whether I am there or not. In fact it was while I was gone that members working with Pr. Voss got excited about joining the Partnership for Missional Church process. Our theology does not say that we, as spiritual leaders exclusively bring the presence of Christ, but that's how I behave sometimes--in my lack of Sabbath rest; in my getting caught in the perception that it's not real ministry if I, as the pastor am not the one doing it. It's much easier to let that go now. So I ask myself, how do we as a missional church, enable people to see their work in all areas of their life as the embodiment of Christ for the world? How can we become that Incarnation of the Savior for others-- whether they are sick, impoverished, live with violence or injustice-- who don't have the privilege of the kind of support and love that was showered upon me.
God shows up for me in the truth that it's important to really deal with my own pain and being out of control. Luke 10:1-12-is our passage for the PMC process when Jesus sends out the 70-- he says, travel light-carry no purse, no bag, sandals. For me this means also letting go of my own baggage. At first it was hard to go into hospitals, to see people in treatment, to hear other people's medical stories. Every time I did, it felt like I was re-living my own (form of post-traumatic stress). Well, that's an occupational hazard as a pastor. God shows up for me in therapeutic process with a counselor. Completing physical treatment alone is not healing; healing is process of becoming whole and recovering emotionally and spiritually from the trauma. Like Bishop Hansen said this morning, we can't make the congregation or others our therapist--I need to heal completely so this experience can become a blessing to others. The Incarnation leads me beyond the pain into a grace and truth that I am still defined by God and this disease and the scars I carry do not define the limits of who I am or who I can become in Christ.
Finally, God shows up for me in humor. Humor is in itself Incarnational; we really need other people for it to exist-wherever 2 or 3 are gathered.
Reconstructive surgery is a two stage process. The inserted Tissue Expanders when I had my mastectomy, then they add fluid and stretch out the chest muscle. Then there's a 2nd surgery to replace the tissue expanders with the permanent implants.
Now that I have recovered from the frozen shoulder, I am having my 2nd surgery this Monday to put in the permanent implants.
All kinds of jokes have occurred to me about this process--many I can't repeat in a pulpit--
But I did think we could expand our evangelism at church with something like this:
- "things are getting bigger and better at St. Mark's" OR even better--
- "you've seen the red doors, now come see the new knockers!"
I have been healed by love-love I didn't deserve, love I couldn't earn.
Through the grace and truth embodied in these communities of love, I know myself to be incredibly, extraordinarily blessed-to have my family, to the a part of this community, and the privilege to serve this amazing, wonderful congregation (Picture) who is dressed in pink in this picture!
I am blessed beyond measure! Amen.