Recently
my friend, Bill Chadwick authored a new book, “Still Laughing, Still Learning
(Still looking for a good title). It’s a book of stories. I’ve known Bill for at least a decade and
participated in a monthly group of pastors for almost that long. If I’m having
a hard problem at the church I serve, I’ll sometimes ask Bill for advice. And frequently he’ll share a story. And most
of the time the stories are really helpful—like the ones in his book.
Frequently
I would find myself laughing out loud when reading his stories. Not laughing once or twice—but laughing out
loud at almost every story. The percentage of my laughter to stories beat the batting average of the Minnesota Twins--and I loved that he included the Twins in some of his stories. I laughed when I
read the story of the advice his father gave him when his dad was sent by his
mother to talk to Bill when Bill got his first C on his report card. Or what a little girl shared when someone told
her that she couldn’t draw God because no one know what God looks like. Or what
his wife said when she shared about what initially attracted her to Bill. And by the way my legs look better than his—and
it wasn’t his legs that got her attention.
But
more than the humor, I encountered Bill’s compassion for people in his stories. He shared that the favorite part of being a
chaplain was visiting people in memory care.
Visiting people in memory care wasn’t something he did so that he could
get to more interesting parts of his job.
He was truly interested in loving people in memory care. His
stories illustrated the difference between compassion and pity. He didn’t look at folks struggling with
memory as people who lived in a sorry situation. Instead he wanted to spend time with them. I could so clearly see through Bill’s words how people
in memory care are children of God. I
received a glimpse of heaven when I read his stories of singing a hymn with
people in memory care, or sharing a Scripture, or waiting for someone to die.
I
just spent the week immersed in Judaism as I shared a sermon yesterday on the
basics of Judaism. So when I read some
of his stories again, I couldn’t help but compare them to a rabbi sharing wisdom
with other rabbis about how the Torah applied to situations in life. Our Jewish friends would call this, Haggada. The
on-line version of Encyclopedia Britannica described Haggada as “ethical
teachings in the form of homilies, maxims, parables, similes, fables, riddles,
and witticisms.” When I read his stories
on divorce and parenting, marrying for a second time, and unconditional love I
think the rabbis would gladly invite Bill to participate in their conversations. And maybe they would include his stories in the Talmud.
Bill
is humble enough to receive such praise, and he’s lived long enough in Minnesota
to know the sin of pride. And sure, it’s
fun to give praise to a friend, but even if I didn’t know Bill I’d encourage
people to read his book. It isn't a stretch--as the Publishers did on the back cover--to share that Bill wrote in the tradition of Robert Fulghum and Anne Lamott. As Kevin Kling
wrote in the foreword, “Through [Bill’s] encounters with parishioners, members,
and total strangers, we discover that vulnerability leads to compassion and
kindness, a place of grace. [Bill]
understands that grace can be less a touch with the divine and more a
recognition of the divine in the everyday, in finding the solace in the mystery
when it seems there is no lamp to follow” Page x
When
Bill first published his book, I read through it quickly. It was just another book to consume among the
pile of books on my desk. But when I
read it through a second time, I realized that this is a book to savor. Like drinking hot chocolate on a cold winter
night—rich and sweet—too much can be overwhelming. I would suggest reading these stories like
the lectionary. One a day. And then let your mind explore the wisdom
underneath his words.
Bill
is doing most of the publicity for his book. So if you’re intrigued to purchase
one, send him an email to billchad52@gmail.com. Or come this Wednesday, January 22 to Chain
of Lakes at 7pm to listen to him read a few. It’s worth the effort in the
middle of January. And who knows—maybe he’ll tell us a story about January.
2 comments:
Your review of Bill’s book was spot on. He put his heart and soul into writing this book, and it shows. Many stories were familiar to me, having heard them in sermons, but most were knew. Each time I saw a chapter title I was intrigued...what would he reveal. I, too, enjoyed the book!
Misspelled a word in my review. So much for being aware of what one write. Meant to say “most were new, not “knew”
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