My name is Peter D. Laue, and while I am not looking for a job, I am
looking for that unique audience which will appreciate and respect those
things I have to say about mental illness. For the past thirty years
I have identified with the mentally ill in almost every category. I
have shared their pain and torment. I have searched for answers and
a way out. I have struggled to survive. I have struggled to invalidate
and throw off the devastating prognosis of hopeless and
incurable. Up to this point I have addressed those adjudged
emotionally and mentally ill. I have written for their benefit, made
myself vulnerable and transparent for their benefit and have invited
them to visit and correspond with us. Both my wife Rebekah and I have
poured out our lives on their behalf. I have learned much by being one
of them.
There is a burning desire now to spill my heart out onto a new audience,
the audience of caregivers, those who have been entrusted to care for
the many who live or just exist on the fringes of our society. These
caregivers have many different titles ranging from psychiatrist, psychologist,
social worker and therapist to counselor. Most of these men and women
have had their professional status validated by extensive and expensive
schooling and training. They are professionals who generally receive
payment for their services. They have chosen their profession to see
people healed so that they can return to the mainstream of society.
They, too, often struggle for answers that work, and sometimes apply
techniques that backfire. The history of treating the mentally ill is
flawed with many embarrassing and cruel blunders. As yet, healing in
that realm is as much an art of the heart as it is a science and remains
quite elusive. No one should proclaim they have the universal key unlocking
every prison gate of the heart and mind.
Those who have come back from the dead, those who have whipped the
odds, those who have wrestled with demons, those who have tasted God's
grace, those who can say with the prophet Isaiah, Woe is me! For
I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the
midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King,
the LORD of hosts, - these are the people whose stories should
both shape and challenge the way we treat the mentally ill. Those who
have been to heaven and hell and came back need to be invited to speak
to the caregivers. These are the people whose stories we need to read,
whose accounts we need to examine. Indeed, they may threaten our academic
traditions or challenge the way we do and view things now; but if only
one more person can be retrieved from the snake pit of insanity, we
must be willing to rethink or even scrap what we have learned. We must
be willing to give Jesus, the Great Physician His rightful place on
our healing staff. I realize it may not be politically correct to use
His name in the scientific or academic world. I do so because I wish
all to know it is He who has equipped me to speak with boldness and
compassion on behalf of the mentally ill. It is He who gave me the strength
to persevere against incredible odds and still does.
Hopefully I have paid most of my dues academically, socially and in
the furnace of affliction where the ropes of anger, fear, lust, confusion,
pride, mania, depression and grandiose ideas are burnt off. I am no
longer a young man. I do not offer what I have learned for personal
gain or aggrandizement. I make myself transparent and therefore also
vulnerable that if possible, just one more captive may be set free;
that my healing might be duplicated in someone else's life.
First and foremost, we need a very compassionate heart towards the
mentally ill. The caregiver's personal attitudes and beliefs, his own
spiritual, emotional and mental wellness will influence the course of
treatment as much as his or her professional expertise. Wellness, just
like many illnesses, is transferable. The woman who touched the hem
of Jesus' garment was healed. We must examine our own hearts and crooked
thinking before examining the mind and heart of a patient. If the caregiver
cannot see a patient as healed, he cannot offer the most vital ingredient,
namely hope. If we cannot listen to their pain and confusion without
judgment, we should not try to be their priest or counselor. If we cannot
see a patient as valuable and made in God's image, worthy of our time
and prayers of intercession regardless of personal rewards, we might
be in the wrong profession. We must have the humility to say, I
do not know. I do not have the combination that unlocks your troubled
mind and heart. A caregiver's job is not an easy one. Knowing
how to repair damaged emotions or redirect the misguided zeal of a man
like Saul on the Road to Damascus, takes the wisdom of a
Solomon.
Who is to say what it really means to be healed, to be whole? Whose
standard shall we adopt for the word normal? Shall we adopt
our own standard, what the textbook says or what Jesus says? Is our
goal for all patients to be reintegrated into the mainstream of society
or are there other legitimate realties and worlds that our five senses
cannot readily comprehend? These are questions of grave importance.
The way we answer them will influence the course of treatment.
If we are willing to create a level playing field between caregiver
and patient, it will be far easier to both help and also learn from
one another. Some fifteen years ago a psychology professor at a major
campus invited me to speak to a number of his graduate classes. This
did more to heal my shattered identity than months of counseling. Patients
can become a major reservoir for new information if they are treated
with dignity. Whether you invite me into your living room or classroom
I will bring along a new pair of glasses for all who wish to view mental
illness through different lenses. I am willing to recall and relive
my painful past in order to help someone else. The corridor to freedom
is very narrow. For many there was and still is a prison on one side
and a mental hospital on the other. In an hour of despair many dark
and deceiving voices try to whisper to us.
The right audience will permit this crusader to open up his treasure
chest of unique experiences and insights into the chaotic world of the
mentally ill. Let us come together and learn from one another. You can
become better acquainted with the undersigned by requesting an audio
cassette or viewing our web site: www.stretcherbearers.com.
The words: STRETCHER BEARERS FOR CHRIST can also locate the web site
using most search engines. There is one particular page that may be
of special interest to those who wish to invite me into their lives
and living rooms. This page is entitled, The
Other Peter's Epistles. Feel free to send your personal letters
and questions to our e-mail address: lukefour18@gmail.com.
We have chosen this address to indicate that the words of Jesus in the
Book of Luke, chapter 4, verse 18 are the focus of our lives.
Peter D. Laue
Stretcher Bearers for Christ
965 Cloud Cap Avenue
Pagosa Springs, CO 81147 USA
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