The Best Way to be Blocked

Part of the Vestry Papers issue on Innovative Stewardship

I’m not alone when making the observation that often, as we look ahead, our paths seem blocked and full of obstacles. While the Kingdom of Heaven may be right under our nose and what we need may be close at hand, we fail to see it due to the distractions of our tough/hectic/busy/pressured/rushed lives. Perhaps we need to consider a different way of seeing. Perhaps we need a new way to visualize being blocked.

There is nothing more wonderful
Than to have one’s way
Blocked by an angel,
Holding a gift from God
A practice when received
Let’s us feel God’s love.

This verse is one of a series of poems I wrote  (The Grief & Wonder Trilogy) to cope with my anguish over the death of my sister, Emma. People would sometimes say, “You must feel terrible!” (Note no question mark). Yes I did feel terrible at times but often I found myself surrounded by angels who blocked my way with kindness and care. I experienced incredible joy on a difficult road.

The thought “being blocked by an angel” celebrates that kindness.

While meeting with my spiritual director during a difficult time, I prayed for guidance. The result? I jotted down the following, what I’ve come to call my “Rules of the Heart:”

  1. Breathe in God’s Love.
  2. Stop; part your time to make space for God.
  3. Say out loud “I love you” to the names of friends and foes.
  4. Humbly ask for God’s help and the help of all around.
  5. Know nothing; listen deeply for God’s joy in all.
  6. Shake and shudder to let go of physical attachments; feel God’s spirit flow.
  7. Die well; accept each day to sleep in God’s peace.

Each morning on my commute, I recite these Rules out loud. My favorite is “Know nothing; listen deeply for God’s joy in all.”

I also wonder what “Angel” I will meet that day, who will surprise me with some wonderful practice that touches my heart. I also wonder if I will be awake enough to stop and think, or even say “Wow, how beautiful!” or “Thanks for blocking my path with kindness.” In the evening I reflect on the unexpected surprises that came my way during the day.

My most surprising angel visit involved knitting. Thinking I could help, I once asked a concerned-looking colleague how she was doing. She answered, “I’d rather be knitting but I haven’t since my father died.”

Without thinking, I replied, “Would you teach me to knit?” “Wednesday lunchtime,” she said.

She taught me to knit. Then, I taught my daughter, who was six at the time, to knit and in the process, learned about practices and relationships that women seem to know much better than men. Knitting: What a wonderful practice to feel God’s love.

Here’s how to practice being blocked by an angel:

  1. In the morning wonder out loud: “What Angel might I meet today?” or, “Know nothing; listen deeply for God’s joy in all,” or something of your own devising…
  2. Listen during the day and be open to receive.
  3. Thank people with paradoxical words that combine stopping and thanking: “You made me stop and smile.” “Thank you for blocking my way with kindness.” “It is wonderful to be disrupted by something so beautiful.” etc.
  4. In the evening take stock and give thanks to God.

I believe angels surround every one of us with gifts, if we stop, receive and thank God. In my work I have the privilege of having to thank people for being generous to the Brothers of the Society of Saint John the Evangelist. No matter how many gifts come in, I still love the surprise of each one. I love to make gratitude telephone calls; the rule I follow for these calls is to just say thanks. I love to say, “I came into work today and had my day stopped for a moment to reflect on your kindness.”

When was the last time you stopped to reflect on the ways your life may have been blocked by an angel?


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How to be a Winged-Boot Fitter

This article was written for the Episcopal Church Foundation Vital Practices Website http://www.ecfvp.org/

In Lent 2004 I had a vision during a meditation and wrote down a story entitled “In Boots Behold God” that told of Jesus giving me a pair of winged-boots and instructing me to “go fit boots!” Since this story emerged I have come to see my vocation as being the winged-boot fitter, who helps others to make spirited and rooted next steps in their lives and organizations. At least that is what I try to do. I now describe myself in my bio as “A communication messenger for the religious, as an appreciator of the story of Hermes and the story of Jesus’ washing the disciples’ feet” and that I am a “winged-boot fitter for monks.”

How to be a Winged-Boot Fitter
I ask:

  1. Where do you want to go? What is your vision? Please take a blank sheet of paper and put it under your foot and draw of outline of your foot. This can be done in a restaurant with napkin. This can be done with the shoe on or off.
  2. Where are you stuck? Take the foot outline and fill in everything that is stuck in your work or life. Please take another blank sheet and draw round your other foot.
  3. What is one step out of stuckness? Reflect, mediate, pray and then write down what get you moving towards your vision.

What I have learned from using this exercise is that it takes people out their heads and makes them, in some way, think with their whole body. It allows people to surface major issues that stop their whole progress or their organization’s progress. What I have also found is that what people are desperate for is “One step out of stuckness.” They do not need comprehensive answers, brilliant ideas, and other people’s examples. They want their own “One step out of stuckness.” They want to be fitted with their own pair of winged boots.

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Hit by a Bus Haiku

I am, roadside down
Hit by a bus out biking,
Tears, loving my child

Jamie Coats     August 2009

On July 31, 2009 I was hit by a bus while bicycling to work. As I lay on the ground an apparition of my daughter appeared before me.

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Primo Levi

Primo Levi dared to face memories
Most of us would bury.
He looked into the face of Hell
And brought it to the surface
For all to see, once and for all.

Wherever he looked
Wherever he went
He carried Satan’s image
To warn us.

He was brave enough to live with the Devil
To expose him
To protect us.

We did not recognize him.
Let us forget.
Bury it.
Hide it.
Anything but remember.

We did not hold his hand
Give him the love
The love of humanity.

Alone
He said goodbye.

Jamie Coats     August 1987

On April 11, 1987 42 years after being rescued from Auschwitz Primo Levi fell to his death in the stair-well of the Turin apartment building where he was born and lived.

In August 1987 I met Primo Levi’s sister at a dinner party. She did not mention her brother but I left the party feeling grief-stricken. I read a number of his works and wrote this poem.

On April 11, 2010 my sister Emma was admitted to the John Radcliffe Hospital trauma unit following a fall. I think she would have have understood this poem.

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Wonder?

We all have tragedy.
Will it hold us
And we pass it on
Tragically?

Or can we let
Our friends hold us
So hold our own tragedy
And then let it like ash

Spread into the stream
Returning to the cycle
Of a greater love
And experience wonder?

Part One of the Grief & Wonder Trilogy: Wonder? Wonder, Wonderful

Jamie Coats    February 2011

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Wonder, Wonder, Bounding Tiger

Awoke to find a tiger
By my bedside.

“Resolve to pray your day
I’m from your sister.

I am here to give you courage
No fear you need to have.”

“At night you sleep well?” she asks
“I fear what lies under my bed,” comes my reply.

She nuzzles me, says,
“My eyes catch demon lines

In the swirling dark underneath.
I catch and hold them tight.

By morn I know their names
They no longer need to know mine.

They turn to ash,
Added stripes on my back.

Come! Bound through meadow
Come! Bound to the stream.

Plunge to the middle,
The sun will sparkle on the water.

Let their tragedy wash out to sea.
Wonder at the cycle of nature.

On the river bank there are
Sisters and brothers,

A whole church of friends
Whose prayers call for the

Beauty of the land.
Once parched, now green.

Weeping restores life.
Now rest by the stream.”

I lie against her rich soft fur
She grooms herself.

She talks of her feisty cubs,
Her fierce love for them.

Up she gets and I experience life’s
Wonder, wonder, bounding tiger.

Theme for 2011

Part Two of the Grief & Wonder Trilogy: Wonder? Wonder, Wonderful

Jamie Coats    February 2011

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Wonderful

There is nothing more wonderful
Than to have ones way
Blocked by an angel,
Holding a gift from God
A practice when received
Let’s us feel God’s love.

Blind
We bump into the angel.
“Get out of my way”
But the angel does not move
If we fight we lose like Jacob
If we turn the angel moves around.

Fear comes to attack
But sees a man confronted by an angel
Receiving a gift from God.
Fear can not confront
As the angel is in the way
And its wings wrap the man in love.

He lets the angel
Place his broken heart
In a nest of feathered love
Where broken pieces come
To lie and heal
To rest in wonder,

And the Angel says,
“Know in your church of friends
You can place your hurt heart on the altar
And know there will be no hole in your chest
But a space filled with the heart
That God gave Jesus.”

Part Three of the Grief & Wonder Trilogy: Wonder? Wonder, Wonderful

Jamie Coats      March 2011

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Rules of the Heart

  1. Breathe in God’s Love.
  2. Stop, part your time to make space for God.
  3. Say out loud “I love you” to the names of friends & foes.
  4. Humbly ask for God’s help & the help of all around.
  5. Know nothing; listen deeply for God’s joy in all.
  6. Shake & shudder to let go of physical attachments, feel God’s spirit flow.
  7. Die well; accept each day to sleep in God’s peace

Jamie Coats                October 2005

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The Nest

Nests are homes
Made of scraps;
Discarded pieces
Of other lives
Woven into love.

Jamie Coats                                       June 2004


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Wild Flowers & Butterflies

The love of God
Is like a butterfly
That reminds us
That we are as
Beautiful as flowers
And in our darkest heart
Is the love giving
Nectar of life.

Jamie Coats                                       January 2008

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