{"id":17656,"date":"2021-09-15T17:38:14","date_gmt":"2021-09-16T00:38:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/gospel-express\/2021-timkeller1-copy\/"},"modified":"2021-09-22T18:44:58","modified_gmt":"2021-09-23T01:44:58","slug":"2021-timkeller1","status":"publish","type":"portfolio","link":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/gospel-express\/2021-timkeller1\/","title":{"rendered":"Growing My Faith in the Face of Death (part 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"flex_column av_one_full  flex_column_div av-zero-column-padding first  avia-builder-el-0  avia-builder-el-no-sibling  \" style='border-radius:0px; '><section class=\"av_textblock_section \"  itemscope=\"itemscope\" itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/CreativeWork\" ><div class='avia_textblock  '   itemprop=\"text\" ><p style=\"text-align: right;\">By\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/author\/timothy-keller\/\">Timothy Keller\/<\/a>21\/03\/07<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-17535 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"314\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim.jpg 600w, https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-300x157.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I have spent\u00a0a good part of my life talking with people about the role of faith in the face of imminent death. Since I became an ordained Presbyterian minister in 1975, I have sat at countless bedsides, and occasionally even watched someone take their final breath. I recently wrote a small book,\u00a0<em>On Death<\/em>, relating a lot of what I say to people in such times. But when, a little more than a month after that book was published, I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, I was still caught unprepared.<\/p>\n<p>On the way home from a conference of Asian Christians in Kuala Lumpur in February 2020, I developed an intestinal infection. A scan at the hospital showed what looked like enlarged lymph nodes in my abdomen:\u00a0<em>No cause for concern, but come back in three months just to check<\/em>. My book was published. And then, while all of us in New York City were trying to protect ourselves from COVID-19, I learned that I already had an agent of death growing inside me.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-17537 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-7-196x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"196\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-7-196x300.jpg 196w, https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-7.jpg 226w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 196px) 100vw, 196px\" \/>I spent a few harrowing minutes looking online at the dire survival statistics for pancreatic cancer, and caught a glimpse of\u00a0<em>On Death<\/em>\u00a0on a table nearby. I didn\u2019t dare open it to read what I\u2019d written.<\/p>\n<p>My wife, Kathy, and I spent much time in tears and disbelief. We were both turning 70, but felt strong, clear-minded, and capable of nearly all the things we have done for the past 50 years. \u201cI thought we\u2019d feel a lot older when we got to this age,\u201d Kathy said. We had plenty of plans and lots of comforts, especially our children and grandchildren. We expected some illness to come and take us when we felt\u00a0<em>really\u00a0<\/em>old. But not now, not yet. This couldn\u2019t be; what was God doing to us? The Bible, and especially the Psalms, gave voice to our feelings: \u201cWhy, O Lord, do you stand far off?\u201d \u201cWake up, O Lord. Why are you sleeping?\u201d \u201cHow long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A significant number of believers in God find their faith shaken or destroyed when they learn that they will die at a time and in a way that seems unfair to them. Before my diagnosis, I had seen this in people of many faiths. One woman with cancer told me years ago, \u201cI\u2019m not a believer anymore\u2014that doesn\u2019t work for me. I can\u2019t believe in a personal God who would do something like this to me.\u201d Cancer killed her God.<\/p>\n<p>What would happen to me? I felt like a surgeon who was suddenly on the operating table. Would I be able to take my own advice?<\/p>\n<p>One of the first things I learned was that <strong>religious faith does not automatically provide solace in times of crisis<\/strong>. A belief in God and an afterlife does not become spontaneously comforting and existentially strengthening. Despite my rational, conscious acknowledgment that I would die someday, the shattering reality of a fatal diagnosis provoked a remarkably strong psychological denial of mortality. Instead of acting on Dylan Thomas\u2019s advice to \u201crage, rage against the dying of the light,\u201d I found myself thinking,\u00a0<em>What? No! I can\u2019t die. That happens to others, but not to\u00a0<\/em>me<em>.<\/em>\u00a0When I said these outrageous words out loud, I realized that this delusion had been the actual operating principle of my heart.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-17538 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-8-e1631773428137.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"400\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The cultural anthropologist Ernest Becker argued that the denial of death dominates our culture, but even if he was right that modern life has heightened this denial, it has always been with us. As the 16th-century Protestant theologian John Calvin wrote, \u201cWe undertake all things as if we were establishing immortality for ourselves on earth. If we see a dead body, we may philosophize briefly about the fleeting nature of life, but the moment we turn away from the sight the thought of our own perpetuity remains fixed in our minds.\u201d Death is an abstraction to us, something technically true but unimaginable as a personal reality.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-17539 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-9-207x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"207\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-9-207x300.jpg 207w, https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim-9.jpg 215w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 207px) 100vw, 207px\" \/>For the same reason, our beliefs about God and an afterlife, if we have them, are often abstractions as well. If we don\u2019t accept the reality of death, we don\u2019t need these beliefs to be anything other than mental assents. A feigned battle in a play or a movie requires only stage props. But as death, the last enemy, became real to my heart, I realized that my beliefs would have to become just as real to my heart, or I wouldn\u2019t be able to get through the day. Theoretical ideas about God\u2019s love and the future resurrection had to become life-gripping truths, or be discarded as useless.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve watched many others partake of this denial of death and then struggle when their convictions evaporate, and not just among the religious. I spent time as a pastor with sick and dying people whose religious faith was nominal or nonexistent. Many had a set of beliefs about the universe, even if they went largely unacknowledged\u2014that the material world came into being on its own and that there is no supernatural world we go to after death. Death, in this view, is simply nonexistence, and therefore, as the writer Julian Barnes has argued, nothing to be frightened of. These ideas are items of faith that can\u2019t be proved, and people use them as Barnes does, to stave off fear of death. But I\u2019ve found that nonreligious people who think such secular beliefs will be comforting often find that they crumple when confronted by the real thing.<\/p>\n<p>So when the certainty of your mortality and death finally breaks through, is there a way to face it without debilitating fear? Is there a way to spend the time you have left growing into greater grace, love, and wisdom? I believe there is, but it requires both intellectual and emotional engagement:\u00a0<em><strong>head<\/strong> work<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em><strong>heart<\/strong> work<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>I use the terms<strong>\u00a0<em>head<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0<em>heart<\/em>\u00a0<\/strong>to mean <strong>reasoning and feeling<\/strong>, adapting to the modern view that these two things are independent faculties. The Hebrew scriptures, however, see the heart as the seat of the mind, will, and emotions. Proverbs says, \u201cAs he thinketh in his heart, so is he.\u201d In other words, rational conviction and experience might change my mind, but the shift would not be complete until it took root in my heart. And so I set out to re-examine my convictions and to strengthen my faith, so that it might prove more than a match for death. (to be continue)<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-17540 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim10.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"219\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim10.jpg 600w, https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/tim10-300x110.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n<\/div><\/section><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"featured_media":17535,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","tags":[],"portfolio_entries":[35],"class_list":["post-17656","portfolio","type-portfolio","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","portfolio_entries-english-writer"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/portfolio\/17656","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/portfolio"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/portfolio"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17656"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/portfolio\/17656\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17671,"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/portfolio\/17656\/revisions\/17671"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/17535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17656"},{"taxonomy":"portfolio_entries","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ocbf.ca\/2019\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/portfolio_entries?post=17656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}