I cried my eyes out when talking to my Amish friends
yesterday, right there in Lydia’s greenhouse. My youngest daughter, Kara, is
moving thousands of miles away. Kara, my companion in ‘all things Amish’, has
known Lydia since a young teen, but now she’s married with another baby on the
way. Her husband, after battling brain cancer over the past 6 months, needs to
be in an area where alternative medicine is more readily available.
I just stood there losing it, and Lydia listened, tearing
up, helped me pick flowers for a ‘healing garden’. What I forgot all along was
her husband pulling his beard, taking it all in. Oh, I felt so insensitive.
After my meltdown, Lydia’s husband talked to me for a while about his first
wife’s cancer. He accompanied her to Mexico fourteen times on the train to save
the Amish community thousands of dollars on chemotherapy and alternative
medicine. Alternative medicine had helped extend his first wife’s life. This man opened a painful chapter in is life
to help me get a perspective shift. My dear son-in-law’s cancer was caught,
contained and operable. And he needs alternative medicine. And I will live; his
children from his first marriage all live just as far away.
Oh, what an emotional day at the Amish greenhouse, but let
me tell you, many Amish are concerned for us stressed out Americans. And if you
ever stop by a roadside stand, or visit a shop and feel like crying, go right
ahead. They’ll listen and quietly wait for you to finish and just be there for
you. It’s part of their Gelassenheit,
a pause to listen and care for others. Yes, there are grouchy Amish. I’ll blog
around Christmas about the Amish in New York that made wooden children’s toys
that were meaner than spit, (we told our kids they were Santa’s elves…wink,
wink) But it’s a rarity to find a rude Amish person. It’s not part of their
upbringing and culture.
I had to create a C.S. Lewis book club into the Smicksburg
Tales because I get so much out of his writings. Too profound not quote, so Jeb
and Jonas meet to talk about Lewis’ teachings when the women knit. But Lewis is
sounding mighty Amish to me lately. Interruptions are a part of Amish life,
almost scheduled in. They’re never too busy to talk. Lydia’s husband (he has a name but says the
internet is the devil and doesn’t want his name on it ;) could have kept on
doing his accounting for their businesses, but he didn’t. He lived out a Lewis
quote:
“The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the
unpleasant things as interruptions of one's 'own,' or 'real' life. The truth is
of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life
-- the life God is sending one day by day.”