Sabbatical Foreword and Chapter 1

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Holding it together:

Sabbatical reflections: Ian Howarth 

June 2016

Foreword:

It comes as something of a shock to realise that after thirty years I am coming to the last lap of my time as a Methodist minister ‘in the active work’. In many ways I find it difficult to believe, and I certainly want to avoid the temptation of living in the past. It is reassuring that I am still excited and energised by looking forward, both to how the church might be a more effective agent for God’s kingdom in the world, and to how God will use my own faith and ministry as part of that future.

However, as I come to the end of my final sabbatical I find that in my thinking and reading, almost subconsciously, I am continuing to reflect on areas that have shaped my personal faith journey throughout my ministry, and am continuing to explore whether there is any coherence to the interconnections between them.

In this essay, I hope to share some of that exploration. One one level it is a record of a personal journey that reflects the things that are important to me; but my hope is that it will help readers to engage with their own personal journeys, and help people find ways of addressing issues that are relevant to their spirituality and to the role of the church in the future.

The themes that form the basis of this exploration are ones that stem from my own background and experiences and they fall into three areas. 

The first of those themes arises out of my upbringing as a cradle Methodist - the son of a Methodist minister, and that is a concern for the future, not just of the Methodist church, but of what I call ‘liberal-evangelical protestantism’.

The second comes out of my passion for music, as a listener and as a singer, and of wanting to ask questions about the way we use music in worship, as well as about the spiritual role of music in people’s lives.

and thirdly, since our youngest child was diagnosed with severe autism twenty years ago, I have been trying to make sense of what that means for my faith, and for my understanding of how God works in and through people of different mental abilities and personalities.

I plan through this piece to work backwards through those three areas, setting out how they have been important for me, and hopefully offering some more general insights, and then to try and draw  some of the strands together to offer some pathways that might impinge on spirituality, theology worship and mission.

 

Chapter 1: Autism and Spirituality

Since our son Mark was diagnosed twenty years ago at the age of two, much of my spiritual has been dominated by trying to make sense of the experience of being the father of a severely autistic child, and in trying to discover where God was in that experience. There have been times when it was a lot more difficult than it is now, particularly during his teenage years, and re-reading what I wrote then, I find myself back in the areas of pain and frustration that we felt as a family, and the struggle to see where God was leading us through it.

Now, a few years on, we seem to be at a stage where it seems that many of the real fears about Marks future have been allayed, as at present his supported living arrangements are working well, and we feel very much that he is part of a caring community, who are working for his best interests. There is also something of a feeling of guilt, that with Mark no longer living with us, and not having to face on a daily basis the way in which his needs dominated our family life, I feel much freer to reflect on the experience of having him as a family member in a  creative way. Would I be able to do that if he were not living with us? Am I in danger of looking at the experience of parenting an autistic child through rose-tinted spectacles?

I came across a book on my shelves recently entitled: Spirituality and the Autism Spectrum, by a Catholic worker with autistic adults, named Abe Isanon.[1] I realised that I had not been in a state to read it when I bought it when Mark was going through a particularly difficult time, and interpreted some of the language as trying to put an unreal gloss on the pain that we were then feeling. This was difficult for me as much of the writing about Christians and disability is inspired by the work of Jean Vanier, out of his work founding the LArche communities, and he is someone whom I much admire. But during Mark’s teenage years I found his writing and those building on his ideas did not speak to where I was.

At the end of his book Isanon quotes Vanier in saying: People who are powerless and vulnerable attract what is most beautiful and most luminous in those who are stronger. They call them to be compassionate, to love intelligently, and not only in a sentimental way.I still find that hard. I certainly dont think when he was living with us that Mark attracted what was most beautiful and most luminous in me, although I did find the call to be compassionate, to love intelligently and not only in a sentimental waya constant challenge.

However, I think over the years, I have become more aware of those who have responded to Mark in ways that are beautiful, and luminous. He and we have been enormously blessed by the three key workers he has had over the four years he has been in his current home. Two young adults and a middle aged woman have got to know Mark and come to understand and love him in ways that I find really humbling.

I have also been touched by our two neurotypical children who both talk about their lives being enriched by having Mark in the family, even though it didnt make life easy for them at times. Our eldest son has just moved house and he is living near Mark. He is genuinely pleased that he is going to be able to see more of him, and has decorated the spare bedroom so that it is an appropriate place for Mark to come and stay with them.

But not everyone responds to autism in a positive and creative way. There were neighbours to Marks home who forced the eviction of one of the more noisy residents, and the lack of political support for the home from councillors and local MP during this period was depressing. On a different level there are many families with autistic members that find themselves having to split up because the pressures are just too great.

The possibility of a creative way through is not open to all, and that has to be recognised. Our way through has come because we have had support from others. Systems of care have worked out for us, but we are conscious that we are fortunate. It is not true for many, and the language of the current government about disability does not engender confidence for the future, (and how long can we be sure that local government will have the funds to allow Mark to keep his current provision?) People like Mark are the responsibility of the whole of society, not just their families, and it is only when that is recognised that families will have the practical and emotional resources to cope, and even perhaps discover the joys of parenting autistic children.

My spiritual director has over the years asked me: where is Gods gift in this?when we have talked about Mark, and I have usually been silent.

In recent times, I have at least been able to see what I have learnt. In practical terms I have learnt a little of what it is to be a family on benefits. I have seen the way we have been treated as numbers, always getting duplicated letters, never a personal response, even when we were wrongly billed for £5,000 because they miscalculated the dates he had been boarding at his school. We had the confidence to know that it was their mistake, but for people for whom such a mistake would be a matter of life and death, and who might not have had the confidence to know how to challenge, I gained new insights into the vulnerability of those most in need in our society.

In other ways it has given me many new insights into human nature. Since I first came across the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator nearly thirty years ago, I have been fascinated by differences in personality and what that might mean in terms of self-understanding, ways of working with others and responses to spirituality.

Coming in some small way to understand more about autism has reinforced that interest. The recent understanding of autism as a spectrum condition, on which people sit at different points, has led me to recognise autistic traits in peoples behaviours, and to understand that some things that I find really difficult about people are sometimes embedded in their personalities, and it is my job to accept them, rather than their responsibility to change. I do not always find that easy. I think of a very competent church organist I used to work with, who, if I deviated from the written order of service, (like calling for the offering before a prayer rather than after it), would flap around at the organ as if something disastrous had happened. I now realise that the only way we can get Mark to church is if there is a written order of service for him, and it proceeds without a hitch. He will shout out and even start self-harming if there is a change to an expected routine.

The resistance to change, which we joke about in church circles, and which I find so frustrating, is for some people a result of having personalities that rely absolutely on routine for positive functioning. I am not saying I know how to deal with that, but I recognise it needs more sensitivity, more forward planning, and perhaps less spontaneity than I personally would like.

In Myers-Briggs terms Mark is my shadow, and as such he challenges me to be more organised, more sympathetic to the need for routine, and to find less emotive ways of relating. That has in turn perhaps helped my own self-understanding and maturity, while at the same time perhaps making it more difficult for me to get in touch with parts of myself which favour spontaneity, and emotional expression.

To my spiritual directors question: Where is the gift in this?I think I can now see elements of an answer, in what I have written above. Mark is very precious, we have learnt an enormous amount from him and through him, and perhaps particularly from other peoples generous response to him. He enjoys much of life, in his own way he values relationships with those close to him, although it is sometimes difficult to gauge how, and he even has something of a sense of humour.

But he is also a troubled soul. He will always find a world with unpredictable people that does not run completely to his routines hard. He has to wear ear defenders to diminish the impact of everyday noise, and he still violently hits his own head to try and block out that world when it gets too much, and occasionally will hit out at others too.

The gift is real, but it is an ambiguous one. When Mark was diagnosed, some people in our churches wanted to put a positive spiritual gloss on the situation: We were told: Its all for a purposeand even God must have given him to you because he knew you could cope!’  The church youth group wanted to come round to the house to pray for his cure, and we caused some upset by saying ‘no’, because we have always felt this is who Mark is. He is autistic, in the same way that he is male, and as such we dont use the language that some disability rights people prefer, saying he has autism. Yes, we would pray for an end to his tantrums and self-harming, for him to gain some greater self-understanding, but not for an end to his autism, because that is him.

Part of my growing understanding of autism is that the world needs autistic people. It seems that certain mathematical skills that we need to understand the world, and develop the technology for us to survive as a human race, are only found in people on the autistic spectrum. We dont know for sure, but it appears Isaac Newton had many of the traits we would now associate with Autistic Spectrum Condition, (ASC), and a recent excellent book on autism, Steve Silberman’s ‘Neurotribes’[2] starts by asking why there is an epidemic of autism in Silicon Valley in the states, where the worlds computer geekslive together, get married and have children!

Again an ambiguous gift. The world needs the skills of autistic people and yet they often struggle with the social skills that the neurotypical world deems as essential for usual social functioning. This is beautifully, and amusingly explored in the wonderful American television comedy: The Big Bang Theory.

Mark does not have such gifts, (although he can tell you the day of the week of any date you give him in the 20th and 21st century within two seconds, and we have no idea how!), but the knowledge of the gifts autistic people in general bring to society makes me very suspicious of any ideas to screen out autism genetically, even if it could be done technically.

Part of my spiritual journey, part of my responding to another of my spiritual directors favourite questions: Where is God in this?has been to recognise that there are no easy answers, about a clear purpose, about whether it is even appropriate to talk about cure, let alone pray for it.

What thinking about Mark daily reminds me is that ambiguity is at the heart of existence. He has brought us so much, but at a cost, to him and to us. Any spirituality that does not take account of that ambiguity is wishful thinking built of false premises.

When I did my ‘A’ levels I studied Voltaires 18th century satire: Candide, the story of a simple, everyman figure who lived through a series of great traumas and which allowed Voltaire to offer a funny, but profound critique of the institutions of the day. Always at Candides side is his philosopher friend, Doctor Pangloss, whose constant mantra when something awful goes wrong is All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.Voltaire shows how naive and stupid a statement that is, and he offers a strong critique of the religion of that time for embracing those sorts of ideas.

I worry that some of the spirituality in our churches verges on All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.Some of the hymns and songs that I hear seem to order me to praise God in ways that make me either try and forget, or worse even deny, that things are not right in the world and in peoples individual lives. I know one of the hymns that people miss in Singing the Faith is Yes, God is good, but does all creation sing out that God is good?Does every day of our experience with Mark make me want to sing that? I find a faith that asks Christians to hold on to a God who will wave a magic wand and put everything right is one that I cannot subscribe to.

God’s goodness is real, but it is often hidden, and I dont think it is my faithlessness that finds it impossible to sing that all seem to say in accents clear that God is good.

That is why for me the passion of Jesus is so central to the life of faith. The journey of pain and suffering is real; the evil, the violence, the despair, the godforsakenness are real too; and in Jesus, God is at the heart of it. Jesus does not deny any of this. He is forced to enter into it. (again a line in a hymn I mostly love jars here:  yet cheerfully to suffering goesdoesnt ring true.) But ultimately, in ways beyond understanding, through that identification with suffering and pain, the possibility of transformation opens out.

The passion story for me is so powerful because it speaks of the ambiguity of human existence, of sorrow and joy, of evil and goodness, of hatred and love, of loss and gain, of death and life and through my experience of living with Mark, it is so important that the ambiguities that I have felt as his father are reflected in the central story of my faith.

I know some long for more certainty in our faith, clearer teaching from the pulpit, less questioning, but for me, a faith that does not reflect the realities of our experiences is wishful thinking.

So what is the point?’  others would say. Havent I just proved the absence of God, the randomness of human existence?

Ironically, for me, it is in that ambiguity that God is found. I am not sure twenty years ago, when Mark was diagnosed, that I would have had much time for anyone who would have said that living through the experience would offer a path to transformation. I am not really sure even now that I would call it that, and there have certainly been times when I have struggled to engage with God on the journey, times when the effort of daily coping has cut off any sense of anything deeper.

But the journey goes on, and engaging in that journey from a faith perspective, rooted in the story of Jesus, perhaps particularly his passion, it is a journey of discovery and I am discovering that it is an encounter with a mystery that can offer me glimpses of something that points to a deeper truth, and a reality where there is faith, hope and love, even if it is usually beyond my grasp; and that is a journey that I still believe is worth pursuing.



[1]Abe Isanon: ‘Spirituality and the Autism Spectrum’ Jessica Kingsley 2008

[2]Steve Silberman: ‘Neurotribes’  Allen and Unwin 2015

Sabbatical Foreword and Chapter 1