Please check out the times and locations for the upcoming Butterfly Releases and Family Celebrations.
Odessa – April 26th, 2-4pm, Globe of the Great Southwest
Big Spring – April 27th, 2-4pm, Dora Roberts Community Center
Midland- May 3rd, 2-4pm, Midland Center.
Andrews – TBD, 2-4pm, Pioneer Park Community Bldg
Also check us out online at https://www.homehospicewtx.com/event.html for other upcoming events!
Grief is the dominate emotion of our lives. It is a natural part of our human experience but, as all emotions, needs expression. Its like a cleansing breath, catching our breath, a refreshing pause. We simply need to tell others our story as a part of a community of remembrance and we help heal each other.
This truth became especially evident during my work as Spiritual Director on a Walk to Emmaus. The experience of the Walk is already very structured, and carefully so, in order for the participants to experience refreshment spiritually. It works; a great experience. This particular walk I shared a grief experience during, and part of, a morning devotional. I was approached by several inpiduals who asked for a memorial service. Since adding the service was not part of Emmaus, we planned one during our break time. I was amazed to see, not two or three, but the majority of the participants coming to the memorial. We simply read scripture, each sharing their memory and lighting a candle. Tears flowed abundantly and their spirits were revived. I may do it every walk. It worked and helped enormously in their experience.
Take a moment, plan it, and go somewhere special and remember. Take a friend and tell your story, maybe light a candle and say a prayer. “Companion your grief” as Alan Wolfelt is so famous for teaching.
Chaplain Jimmy Braswell
A song from the late 60’s recently got some airtime on our local radio station, and listening to it immediately transported me back 40 years in time – to a school dance at Nimitz Junior High, Odessa, TX.
The tune and the words (Roberta Flack, “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face”) brought back the memory of my first slow dance with Lane Etheredge, a raven haired beauty way too wonderful to be dancing with me. But she did. It was great. She may not remember, but I will never forget!
About the same time of that dance, my family was connecting to Lutheran Church of the Risen Lord – the “Touchdown Jesus Church” on Grandview Avenue, Odessa, TX.
The tune and the words of a Christian hymn sung often by that congregation of forgiven sinners (one new to our Methodist ears) has stuck with me to this day. It was written in 1719, by Isaac Watts.
A particular verse of that old hymn comes to my mind every time I hear of someone’s dying or death. Family, friend, complete stranger, it doesn’t matter who, but it does matter that I always remember these words:
Time like an ever flowing stream,
Soon bears us all away.
We fly forgotten, as the night
Comes on the end of day.
Some songs take us back in time. Others help us forward into eternity.
Both are gifts from a gracious God. Both are worth the listening, especially during the season of Christmas.