In 2005, I prepared to move my family yet again as I tried to find a fit in church ministry, a place that would allow me to resolve all the issues I felt inside at being a pastor, a place where I could settle in and stay long-term for my family’s sake and even for my own. Our conference superintendent at the time was convinced that the issue was “calling” but location; that I had been in more rural settings when I was obviously better wired for city and suburban work. There may have been an iota of wisdom in that final part, but it became clear that my unsettledness was far deeper than geography. But that’s a story for another day.
Because our group (conference) was pretty small, it was impossible not to have some sort of encounter with folks from other churches at some point, even though there was a fair amount of physical distance between us. As such, I had created a list of sorts in my mind of the people who were not going to like me, with whom I would simply not get along. I realize this is stupid and not very Christ-like, but it is who I was in that moment. On that list was Dorothy. It seemed we were on opposite sides of every issue that ever came up in our conference and I figured Dorothy was going to hate me. And I was absolutely…WRONG.
What I found in Dorothy, a woman in the same general age range as me, was a life full of childlike wonder, of faith that was tested frequently and not found lacking, of grace and hope and joy and love. If I had a new idea, Dorothy would get on board and lead the charge. It may have been something she hadn’t done or even thought of doing before, but she was always willing to try, to put the idea in front of others in the most positive light possible, and to give it everything she had, whether it was an amazing success or a complete failure. Dorothy was one of my biggest cheerleaders, a compassionate friend who made life bearable on the bad days and beautiful on the good. I’m not sure why I was so worried and why I chose to so badly misjudge her but I can say this without equivocation: Everyone could use a Dorothy Anderson in their lives.
Over the past few years, and particularly this past year, Dorothy has had some tremendous health issues. Much of what she has known as her life up to this point has had to change. The Dorothy who loves people and is always ready to head out for the next great adventure has been slowed, even stopped in some ways. She posted on social media this week that she was going in to have her foot amputated. My heart broke. My inner being screamed, “WHY? Why Dorothy? How is this in any way just or right?” And I think it is fair to have those questions. But here’s the thing about Dorothy. Her post wasn’t self-pitying or complaining; it wasn’t a statement of anger or resentment. Dorothy approached this as yet another adventure, a chance to learn something new about herself, her God, and her world. She has demonstrated grace and humor in what has to be a deeply difficult season. And while I’m not entirely surprised, I am in complete awe. Dorothy will overcome. She just will.
Why do I write this in this space? Because I know Dorothy reads my blog posts. She is one of the very few to ever comment here. She encourages me, even (or especially) when I write things that are difficult. She loves me unconditionally. So, here in my little corner of the blogosphere, my most public forum, let me say clearly: Dorothy, you’re my hero! I’m inspired by your spirit, moved by your grace, and touched by your love. You have given so freely to so many people like me and you continue to grow through all these experiences…grow not to hoard new knowledge to yourself but to share your life and journey with others to encourage them along the way. I love you and I’m thankful for you. You are in my prayers as you move onto the next season, the next leg on your journey. Grace and peace to you, my friend.