Posted by Jan at YEARNING FOR GOD:

Please pray for my friend Margie. She is in ICU for pneumonia and sepsis.


By Denise Spencer. Posted by Chaplain Mike at INTERNET MONK:

There has been another change in Michael’s situation, and I would like readers to know so you can better pray for us.

At the encouragement of our oncologist, we have opted to discontinue treatment. He said the chemotherapy was not working, and it would actually be doing a disservice to Michael to continue. We are now receiving help from our local hospice. We know we are in good hands with them, and we are at peace that we have made the best decision under the circumstances.
Several people have already suggested various alternative treatments. While we appreciate their concern and helpfulness, we have discussed this possibility and Michael does not want to try anything else. Please pray for strength and acceptance, for trust in God, for minimal pain and for a peaceful passing.

“Our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.” (Philippians 3:20-21)

Thank you, one and all, for your continued prayers.
This prayer request comes via BENE DICTION BLOGS ON where you read the background information for iMonk's sad, but ultimately triumphant, current situation.

By our good friend, TheraP.
Posted at TPM CAFE.

(reposted in full at OCICBW... with permission):

March 23, 2010

She wasn't perfect. And in many ways she had a hard life. She grew up during the depression. As a child she knew poverty. She knew abuse then too. She knew loneliness. And she never meant anyone any harm, though in her insecurity she needed obedient, respectful, dutiful children. She always tried to care about others. And she taught us never to exclude anyone: to share; to be kind and considerate; not to think we were better than others. Bigotry was not part of her nature and she instilled that in us as well. She did her best. Trying to hide her own problems and put on a good front - as best she could - all the while her husband was often away on business trips. We didn't see enough of our dad, but she tried to make up for that as best she could.

On their 66th anniversary (last month) she didn't comprehend the word "anniversary" or the reason for the tiny cake my father brought to the rehab unit. She told him to take it with him when he left. But he ate it. Bit by bit. Over 5 days. Two pieces the first day (one for him, one for her). And one on each on the following 4 days. At nearly 93, he thought it was the best cheesecake he'd ever eaten.

She went downhill quickly. Falling and gashing her head at the end of January. A week in the hospital. A few weeks in a rehab center, where they tried to cure a bedsore from vegetating in front of the TV - as her mind had slowly lost its bearings. It was Alzheimer's, but my dad simply could not bring himself to see what his children saw so clearly. Not till after she fell, when it suddenly dawned on him: "We've lost her."

The rehab center was way too chaotic for a person descending into the last stages of Alzheimer's. They were not set up to deal with such persons. Only with persons on the way to getting well. When she was on the way to death and dying.

If only we'd known....

Not till the rehab center, finding her more than they could handle, transferred her to the best psych unit in town, did we get the diagnosis of Alzheimer's. And one week later, the news that she was dying of it. There they calmed her down - in a quiet room - with quiet, carpeted hallways. Told us she needed nursing care. Next thing we knew, it was hospice care she needed.

I cannot begin to tell you of the kindness and consideration and compassion we received in this last place - the home that nursed her into death. She, as a resident, only for 6 days. We as family. They treated her like you'd treat a saint - if you knew a saint was dying. I'm not kidding! And they asked how we were doing too. Brought us snacks and beverages. Gave me sheets to spend the last two nights on a mattress on the floor next to her bed. I got to see the good care, night and day, that she received.

She was incoherent these last of her days. Hardly spoke at the end, except to moan now and then - words we could not comprehend. But she did clearly say things like "dying... good" and "I love" and "I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "bye-bye" and it seemed that the last night she called my name and seemed to try and moan when she heard my voice.

I never thought it would hit me so hard. Hearing that she was dying, as I drove home from a few days of retreat, a respite while my brother was in town. I never thought I would see her turn into a saint, as her body slowly wasted and desiccated, as her mind lost its bearings, while her spirit grew and grew. Till in the end I felt I was communicating soul to soul.

RIP. Born: 4/21/22. Died: 3/23/10

Addendum - via my brother, by Lord Byron:

My task is done -- my song hath ceased -- my theme
Has died into an echo; it is fit
The spell should break of this protracted dream.
The torch shall be extinguished which hath lit
My midnight lamp -- and what is writ, is writ --
Would it were worthier! but I am not now
That which I have been -- and my visions flit
Less palpably before me -- and the glow
Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.

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Article from :

The Episcopal Church of El Salvador denounces before the general public and the international community the murder attempt that Bishop Barahona and two of his closest collaborators suffered.

This past Wednesday night (17th), Bishop Barahona, along two of his closest working partners, was victim of the violence that has held this country imprisoned. An unknown man, without saying anything, shot at them. The bullets hit the bishop’s driver, Francis Martínez, who is now hospitalized. Meanwhile, the bishop, thanks be to God, was unharmed.

What is odd about these events is that the police was just a couple of meters away. As the Episcopal Church, we are dismayed by this inexplicable fact. The bishop is a pastor whose principle function is to accompany spiritually the faithful who seek his advice and solace.

We lament profoundly this fact, as do many Salvadorans, who are victims of violence and impunity. We ask everyone’s prayers that hope in a different El Salvador is not lost and that this event is not a sign of persecution of the church.

The Most Rev’d Martín Barahona, 67 years old, has been the Bishop of the Anglican Church of El Salvador since 1992 and he is the Primate of the Anglican Communion in Central America (IARCA). This church is one of the historical churches, characterized by its prophetic accompaniment of the national reality.


Obispo de la Iglesia Anglicana de El Salvador victima de atentado

San Salvador, 18 de marzo de 2010. La Iglesia Episcopal de El Salvador denuncia ante la población en general y comunidad internacional, el atentado a muerte que ha sufrido el Obispo Martín Barahona y dos de sus más cercanos colaboradores.

La noche de este miércoles, el Obispo Martín Barahona junto a dos de sus más cercanos colaboradores fueron víctima de la violencia que tiene aprisionado este país; un hombre desconocido, sin mediar palabras les disparó. Los impactos alcanzaron al motorista del religioso, Francis Martínez, quien se encuentra hospitalizado. Mientras que el Obispo, gracias a Dios resultó ileso.

Lo curioso de los sucesos es que, a metros del atentado se encontraba la policía. Como Iglesia Episcopal nos encontramos consternados y sin explicación para este hecho. El Obispo es un pastor, cuya función principal es el de acompañar espiritualmente a su feligresía y a quienes buscan su consejo y consuelo.

Lamentamos profundamente este hecho, como el de muchos y muchas salvadoreñas, que a diario son víctimas de la violencia y de la impunidad. Pedimos las oraciones de todos y todas para que no se pierda la esperanza de un El Salvador diferente y que no sea este suceso una señal de persecución a la Iglesia.

El reverendísimo Martín Barahona, de 67 años de edad, es el Obispo de la Iglesia Anglicana de El Salvador desde 1992, y es el Primado de la Comunión Anglicana en Centro América (IARCA). Esta Iglesia al igual que las llamadas Iglesias Históricas se ha caracterizado por acompañar, desde una visión profética la realidad nacional.


THE PRAYER LIST — 8 Comments

  1. Darn, I hate it when a blog post makes me cry in th emorning. Thanks, TheraP for that profound and moving requiem.

  2. TheraP, what a beautiful tribute to your mother. I wanted to leave a comment at the TPM Cafe, but, as is often the case, my sign-in won’t go through.

    May your mother rest in peace and rise in glory. May God give comfort, consolation, and the peace that passes understanding to all who love her.

  3. Thank you for reading, IT. It touches me deeply.

    Thank your posting, Jonathan. Bless you, my friend! You have no idea what this means to me – this gift of reposting.

    It’s also posted at Nothingness, which is part of the blogroll here – in case anyone wants to comment personally on that blog.

  4. Dear Mimi, follow the link to my own Nothingness blog (see blogroll in the sidebar here) and comment there if you like.

    I profoundly appreciate your words. This is such a moving, sacred time. And Holy Week ahead of us!

  5. “I never thought it would hit me so hard.”—I was at my youngest son’s side as he traveled to that undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns. God Bless those wonderful people in hospice who helped so much to ease his journey. Michael is now in better hands than mine. And I borrow from Grandmere Mimi, May he rest in peace and rise in glory.