Category Archives: Spiritual Life Balance

Peace in these Times

I was reviewing some of the resources I have developed over the many years I have worked as a rehab counselor, and more recently a Spiritual Care Coordinator and Chaplain. After 30 years as a rehab counselor, I was ordained to the minor order of Subdeacon in the Maronite Church. There are two different paths with this ordination. The temporary path which leads to Deacon, Priest and Bishop (God willing) and the second status Permanent Subdeacon. This is a ministry in itself where the candidate is ordained at a church where he will serve for the foreseeable future. I was drawn to this because I did not have any intent to become a deacon. I was married.

My background in Eastern Christian theology stemmed from my study of Eastern philosophy and meditation in College in 1972. I learned Transcendental Meditation. Later after converting to Maronite Catholic, I changed the practice to be more in tune with Catholicism using FR. Thomas Keating’s Centering Prayer as a model. Since the Maronite Church was founded from the monastic tradition of St Maron it seemed to fit. I even wrote a letter to Fr. Thomas Keating concerned that my foundation of learning meditation being TM, that it might be heretical in the Catholic, He encouraged me, noting that if adoration of God, through and with the Most Holy Trinity was my intention as I meditated that it would not be a contrary practice. I confirmed this with my spiritual director and continued my ministry.

Spiritual Life Balance

Hello,  today I am sharing my thoughts about how I am learning to balance my spiritual life with my worldly life with the hope that you will gain insight from my writing and make good decisions in your daily life.  Balance is critical to our health and wellness. Balance is critical to our spiritual development. When we are balanced we thrive.

My approach to learning spiritual/life balance is from an educational perspective. You know the saying

” Give a person a fish they will eat today, teach them to fish and they will eat for a life time.”

Once you learn to fish you still need to discern which catches to reject and throw back and which to keep and [eat] use. Learning this promotes balanced function in you and in the world. When we are balanced we are happy, compassionate, and function well in our individual lives and the community.   Individuals find this balance in their lives by identifying the [catches] various internal and external systems (beliefs, people, organizations, etc.) that support their life, including work, family, friends, faith based organizations and learning resources then consciously strive to attend to these systems by caring and supporting them.  Avoid your feelings and get it done. A good strategy for keeping on task and not letting our feelings sidetrack us is by reviewing The Constructive Living Maxims by David Reynolds. These sayings, used as a thoughtful break from possible down sliding and/or overwhelming thoughts, will help you overcome the feelings and take your next step to achieving balance in your life, community and workplace. Taking time for silence also helps. Some good sources for learning about silence include the monastic tradition of St. Maron, the Desert Fathers, St Sharbel, and Poustinia as well as Holy Silence as described by author J Brent Bill in his book  Holy Silence.

The internet is also a great resource and has the potential for provide enormous, inspiration opportunity and insight. I believe the internet is a physical, or at least a metaphorical, manifestation of Carl G. Jung’s collective unconscious. Which includes all the good and unfortunately the not so good of humanity’s conscious and unconscious thought, values, behavior and spiritual awareness. We must discern the difference as we explore the internet and stay true to our Creative Source which supports and encourages our life. For me this is best manifested in the Eastern Christian Maronite tradition.

Human cooperation will increase when the bridge between traditional, conventional thinking and progressive thinking is strengthened. This melding includes practices regarding individual healing, community and economic development, spirituality and education. We are all humans on this earth. We each have individual needs and differing approaches to meeting those needs. Failing to work through these conflicting views in a collaborative and peaceful way can destroy community living. There seems to be a prejudicial gap among various groups that is keeping our communities from seeking this collaboration. In spite what some think these differing groups are not mutually exclusive. This is not an either or, black or white, kind of debate or discussion. Every individual has their own perspective. Promoting and expanding our differences causes more conflict and discord. We certainly must understand and respect our differences. But that is where it should end. We should pay attention to the concepts that bring us together. This page promotes a collaborative mission encouraging a democratic and ecumenical tolerance for people with different cultural, community, economic, religious and personal values. It supports and embraces all the common core values of being human. This perspective will help sustain your balance.

Some of the common core values that we all strive for include an individual vision to live a peaceful and secure life filled with human cooperation, love and joy. And…gratitude Creation which helps maintain and nurture this view.

Another important part of living on earth is economic opportunity, people all over the world must have a reasonable way to make a living in the community they live. The source of this economic opportunity must be ethical and transparent. It must maintain human dignity. Only then will it sustain the individual, the community and the world.

We each must feel secure physically, economically, emotionally and spiritually. A significant part of this philosophy is that individuals take personal responsibility for the development of our local communities, workplaces and themselves. Working in your local community is a great start. Volunteer in your local community or place of work to make it a better place.

This strategy is primary for individual human development that then impacts our communities.  These concepts are universal and can be applied by any human being, community or workplace that is striving towards more balance and continuity with the environment they exist it. This awareness creates a paradigm shift, which occurs when this practice becomes part of everyday choices. It then moves each individual entity from an isolated self preservation perspective to a local and world community preservation perspective. We realize we are all connected in some way. We center our self, then, when we cooperate with and attend to the systems that sustain and support our existence, individual, community and global balance is achieved because we each cooperate with multiple systems and ultimately the source of creation. These systems, including our own thrive. Community and the individual is born, balanced and sustained through individual focus and effort and community cooperation

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Keep the Faith

 We are the People Makers

WE frown they hide their heads,

We smile they come alive
WE hurl belief at them
and,… they come forth from dungeons and succeed.

“Take care of yourself by caring for humanity”
Subdeacon Stephen

Copyright (C) 1997 – 2017 Stephen C. Crate, CRC
Permission is granted for academic use of this material if cited appropriately.

The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.
Mohandas Gandhi

One Eye is Enough

It was Monday June 22, 1970, five days after I had graduated from a small high school in Pitman, New Jersey. I was working as a carpenters helper at a boys camp in Etna, Maine called Camp Katahdin. My grandfather had founded the camp in the thirties to bring boys from the Philadelphia area to Maine for an eight week summer camp experience. Most of the boys came from Friends Central School but other boys were recruited from surrounding schools. Friends Central was a Quaker school. I had come to Camp Katahdin every summer since my birth year, 1952. The camp was called Katahdin because the major summer activity for boys attending was to climb Mt. Katahdin.

Monday morning we started work. Before the day was over my life had changed forever.The project that particular day was to build a petition in the farmhouse on the main road. My task that day was to cut spacer two-by-fours to wedge in the petition and give it some stability. I was working out side the building and had finished cutting about ten spacers. I picked up the load and walked into the house, the carpenter was on a ladder toeing a nail into a top stud. Just as I entered the room where the petition was being constructed, I heard a ping. I looked up. Something struck my eye. I blinked. An eight penny nail fell to the floor. My eye watered. A sharp pain darted from my eye to the back of my head. I squinted my eye shut. I sat down and waited a few minutes. Then I tried repeatedly to open that eye but couldn’t. A co-worker rushed me to a local family doctor in Newport.

The waiting room was like someones living room. It seemed like hours before I finally was called in. I sat in the doctors chair. The smell of rubbing alcohol filled the air. My hand held a white gauze over my right eye. A sharp penetrating pain shot from my eye to the back of my head. The old Maine doctor approched.

“Let me see young man”, he calmly said.

The doctor removed the gauze from my eye and used his thumb and forefinger to pry my eyelids so he could get a better look. The light from his penlight burst through my eye with a kalidescope of bright color.

“What happened Steve?” he inquired, as he looked intently into my right eye.

“I was working in the farmhouse at camp. We were building a partition in the bathroom to make extra space for a closet. The carpenter was nailing a stud into the top plate. He had to toe it in because of the angle. I was carrying in a load of wall spacers. My hands were full. Just as I entered the room he hit the nail. I heard a ping. It wasn’t a square hit. I looked up. The nail struck my eye. I blinked. The nail fell to the floor. The pain started then and has gotten worse since.”

“How long ago did this happen?”

“About an hour and a half.”

“Is your father here”?.

“No a friend brought me, Dad is still at Camp” He looked into my eye again.

“You need to see an eye Specialist immediately.” The physician briefly left the room and returned with a nurse.

“Please put a loose gauze on this boys right eye I must call Dr. Osler.”
He went quickly to his desk. He pulled a small book from the right hand drawer. His eyes darted from the book to me and back to the book.

“There it is “, he muttered.

He dialed the phone. There was a pause. I froze.
“Hello Margaret this is Dr. Burke, is Dr. Osler in? He listened. His expression showed exterme annoyance.

” Yes it is an emergency”, he scorned.

My mind went crazy. Emergency? What had happened to my eye. Things had gotten into my eye before. A little water usually flushed the spec and everything was allright. Fear overwhelmed me for a momment, I was stunned I refocused on the what the doctor was doing.

The doctor got off the phone. ” Steve, you need to go directly to Bangor from here. I will call your Father. Dr. Osler’s office is off State Street a block or two from the hospital, he is expecting you.”

Emergency surgery was performed and the lense was removed. Luckily the nail did not pierce my retina. I was left with limited light vision and no focus, which is kind of like looking through four sheets of wax paper, essentially blind in my right eye. I stayed in the hospital for about three weeks and then was released home for the summer.

The fall of 1970 I enrolled in a local community college, and went out for soccer, but was unable to play. I would get tremendous migraine headaches every time I ran full speed or my head was jolted. This was one of my first major disappointments because I was jock in high school and relatively successful, although now looking back I could have been much better. With out sports I drifted from an academic purpose to a feel good purpose. College study time was in competition with other more ic pleasures such as drinking beer, listening to The Beatles, and trying to impress young beautiful college women, among other things. The only course I passed that first semester was Psychology 101. I remember a paper I wrote on autonomic function. That spark of knowledge led me to the interest I now have in quantum healing and rehabilitation.

I left school after one semester and headed for Boston with failure number one under my belt. That winter, the winter of 71 was my winter of discontent. I lived in a hippie Commune in Cambridge sold Boston Phoenix Newspapers on a street corner, ate a lot bagels and wondered about the future. By spring I was ready to get a real job so I moved home to Maine.

I worked as a junkyard auto disassembler at Rolnick’s in Brewer Maine for the summer and was fired. The owner told me I was too smart to do hard labor and that I should go back to school. I wasn’t ready for college, so I signed up to go to cooking school through CETA. The school was in Lewiston Maine. I lived at the Auburn YMCA, a real palace. While learning culinary arts, I started volunteering as a crisis counselor at a crisis and rescue center called Rap Place.

Rap Place was accross the street from the park and next to the police station. Recreational substance abuse was at an all time high. Some veterans were returning from Vietnam addicted to all kind of substances, and others with Post traumatic stress disorder, although I don’t believe it had been labled that yet. Street people were strung out on anything they could get their hands on. Street people were different in the early seventies. They were homeless because they wanted to be, runaways, both teenagers and young adults. Running from strict parents, pregnant wives and other situation beyond their coping skills. This was my first line training as a rehabilitation counselor. We maintained a 24 hour hot line. People would call in saying they had just eaten a bottle of blue pills or taken 10 hits of something else. Our job was to stabilize the individual emotionally on the phone long enough to find out what they had taken and to get an ambulance to the site quickly. We saved many lives back then. However, not all were grateful of our efforts. We once had a visit from a returning Vietnam Vet who came in wielding a 38 revolver. He wanted to shoot all of us. He said we were all communists because we didn’t go into the service. Luckily one of our staff members was a vet who was able to convince him we were all ok. That experience shook me. I decided to take a leave of absence.

I had saved some money so I went Europe to find myself. I lost my homemade leather satchel with my passport and all my American Express travelers’ checks two days after I arrived in Amsterdam. Two weeks later, after hanging around the American Embassy for hours every day, my passport and checks were returned to an Amsterdam police department. They had been found by some honest European. I was able to continue my trip. On to France, Germany, Italy and finally Spain, where I stayed throughout the Fall of 1971 and winter of 1972. Knowing some Spanish, I was able to get a job as a short order cook. I spent Christmas in the Canary Islands. They fill shoes left on the door step with candy and St. Nick rode a camel.

I returned to the states and continued working at the rescue center as a crisis intervention counselor but was tired of that kind of work. I was writing poetry and had kept a journal of my travels while in Europe the first time. I met a woman who told me she owned a villa in Spain. On the Island of Majorca. She said I could use it to write my great American novel. So I returned to Europe. What a mistake! There was no villa. She had lied to me. I had a difficult time with that situation. I couldn’t believe I was so naïve. Boy was I gullible. I began to question God and many other things. Why me? I never hurt anyone.

I traveled to the major city of Palma de Majorica and mingled some with local vendors. I had the great luck of meeting some Americans who ran a school in San Augusti Palma de Majorica. They hired me to coach the Basketball team, and cook. I remember cooking their thanksgiving feast that year.

Finally, I needed to come home immediately. But I was broke. I met some people who let me stay with them while I figured out what I was going to do. I finally had to get the money for a return ticket from my Dad, who couldn’t afford it because he was a public school teacher. This added to my anxiety. When I arrived in this country I was exhausted, stressed out and in need of some serious rest and relaxation.

I spent Christmas with my family and recuperated enough to enroll in College for a second try. I didn’t even complete the semester. I couldn’t stay focused. I had some residual anxiety leftover from my European trip. I did have one great experience during this period. I learned to use meditation as a calming focusing exercise. This was the beginning of my personal rehabilitation and recovery.

Over the next 18 months I worked as a short order cook and assistant manager. I was a good cook but I disliked the hours. I finally decided to see a Vocational Rehabilitation Counselor. I went through a series of assessment, physical and mental restoration and was funded for one year of college. I was to complete the rest of school on my own. I entered the University of Maine at Augusta in September 1974.

I met Allison that fall at UMA about two months after she had been in a severe automobile crash. She wore a scarf covering where they had shaved her head to do exploratory surgery. She walked with a cane and her pain medication gave her speech patterns a slight slur. I admired Allison then more than anyone I had ever met. This traumatic event had nearly killed her but she was able go on. She is the strongest person I have ever known. Over the years I have watched her heal to a point today where she works out every day and looks great. I tease her sometimes saying she was my first rehabilitation client even before I knew Rehab would be my life work. She has been my rock, my inspiration, and most of all my best friend. We were married in Augusta 1975.

I also had an inspirational experience in September of that same year. I was meditating and decided to pray that Jesus would enter my life. Even though I had thought I was a Christian long before this, raised a Presbyterian, I was awestruck at the experience. I believe the Holy Spirit touched my soul and I never have never been the same. I developed a relationship with God through that experience that has been nurtured by the Maronite Church where Allison and I were married. I also developed an interest in an Eastern Christian based monastic practice and called centering prayer or Contemplative Prayer . This has been a transformational experience for my spiritual development.

I have a great deal of respect for other cultures, religions and faiths. The Maronite approach to spiritual development and worship works for me. I have found my creative source in Jesus Christ. I have found a great sense of peace through this faith and I do believe that all people should seek their creative source and find peace in that center. Once we must be careful not to judge other peoples beliefs or lack of belief. Faith is a personal experience and there is nothing like sharing the joy of faith in a community of like minded people. I have found a home in the Maronite Catholic Church.

Next, as a response to my own injury and tragedy,  I decided I wanted to become a rehabilitation counselor. I began to focus my reading on rehabilitation and recovery related material. This included veterans with PTSD, Alcohol Dependency and theories of therapeutic intervention.   I graduated in 1980 from the University of Maine at Farmington with a B.A. in Rehabilitation Psychology.  Over the course of my career I have worked as therapeutic recreation staff, an Employment and Training Specialist, a Vocational Evaluator and started my private consulting practice working with other injured workers in January of 1985. October of 1987 I prepared and sat for the most miserable test of my life, the grueling CRC exam. I passed after having to appeal my application process three times. I founded a rehabilitation consulting company in 1985 which I closed in 1998 due to market conditions but continued working privately as work was available.  I had been serving on the YMCA board of Directors and became a participant in the merge with the Waterville Area Boys and Girls Club into the Alfond Youth center.  I worked there for a year with youth development and then got a job with the State of Maine.

I really enjoyed public service and feel challenged everyday to do a better job and empower as many individuals as I am able to get on with their lives. I sometimes feel like that rabbit on the battery commercial: He keeps on going and going and going.

I now see the emotional pain and turmoil of my eye injury as a blessing. It created a challenge and sensitivity in my soul that inspired my life and work. Only the inspiration did not occur immediately. It took a significant amount of self searching and struggle before I began to see that anything positive could come from such a traumatic occurrence. When I changed my attitude I was able to grow from the many painful, unique, and sometime extraordinary experiences.

I have had a great deal of help along the way and am extremely grateful for every bit of it. I have had a few unpleasant experiences related to the private Rehab business, but I am told that business is business. I went to Thomas College for a few years in the late 80’s to further my understanding of business administration. I learned alot. But, I also learned that private business was not going to be my life’s work. I think that is when a second life transition began. I decided I wanted to learn more about public service. I had run for City Counselor in 1987 but lost. I ran again in 1993. I was elected to the Waterville City Council. I also served on the Waterville School Board for a few years. I learned alot about our form of government. I began to think about public Service in a rehabilitation context. This was where I felt best. I returned to public sector with the Maine Department of Labor.

I decided I wanted to pursue leadership role in government. The fall of 2002 I was accepted into the Masters of Public Administration program at the University of Maine at Orono . I completed my Masters Degree in December of 2004 with a 3.7 GPA.  I then transferred to a position in the Bureau of Unemployment working in administrative law for three year hoping it would lead to a leadership/management role in state government.   I also trained as a continuous improvement practitioner learning the concepts of Lean Government, We Don’t Make Widgets, and other process analysis and organizational development strategies. What I have learned is that when the process is well defined it not only increases the capacity of employees to do their work better, it facilitates an objective way to accommodate for individuals with disabilities.

In July 2007 I transferred back to be vocational rehabilitation as a counselor but really was disappointed that the public sector did not provide any additional career promotional opportunities.  After I recieved my MPA I applied for more that 7 jobs with administrative duties related to my training and never got an offer.

I was ordained a Lector, Cantor and Subdeacon in the Maronite Catholic Church on October 24, 2010 and continue to serve on the altar each week.  I am taking some Spiritual Theology graduate online courses with an idea of eventually becoming a Deacon in the Maronite church.  I have surrendered to the will of God now and it will happen if it should.

I also left state government service to try the private sector.  I have worked in the disability benefit industry, mental health services and in a vocational assessment project.  I also consulted on a few legal cases that showed I still could do the forensic work if necessary.  I think I miss public service.

I leave you with an anonymous poem I have saved for years. I believe it reflects a helpful mindset of many faithful people who are civil servants, clergy, social workers, psychologists, educators, doctors, healers, rehabilitation counselors, business leaders, and community minded thinkers.

WE are the People Makers
WE frown they hide their heads,
We smile they come alive
WE hurl belief at them and,…
they succeed
“Take care of yourself by caring for humanity”
Copyright (c) 1997 – 2015 Stephen C. Crate
Permission is granted for academic use of this material if cited appropriately.

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