In the Shade of the Miracle Tree

photo(133)Throughout my career, I have stood sentinel on the line between church and state. Perhaps you imagine that line as a dividing line between people of different religions—or perhaps that line evokes an image of people of faith on one side and agnostic people on the other. I haven’t stood on one side or the other. I have stood on that line, guarding it, as a woman of faith who is trying to put her faith into action. I do not believe that religion should be taught or proclaimed in public schools. The separation of church and state protects my right to believe as I do, and it protects your right to believe as you do, and it protects anyone’s right not to believe anything at all. It protects something increasingly precious in this world that we inhabit together and share: religious tolerance. A lack of tolerance leads to disrespect, disrespect leads to factions, factions lead to extremism, and extremism leads to violence. This has been true throughout history, and it is certainly true in our world now.

Separation of church and state protects children from bad or self-serving theology. It protects the home as a place to share and teach and pass on the religious tradition of the family. I am against prayer in schools (though I encourage everybody to pray for schools). I don’t teach prayer, but I teach hope and love relentlessly. My students and I take hope into the harder parts of history, into those dangerous neighborhoods of our past. I teach that when we take a good hard look at the failures of justice in our past, we can look to the future with informed hope. I am a hope encourager when my children face personal struggles, too. “You’ll get through this,” I whisper, “Hope triumphs and love wins.” They know I mean it.

Sometimes we dare to hope for what seems impossible. Fervent hope becomes prayer. The hope is realized, the prayer is answered, and suddenly there we are, in the shade of the miracle tree. This happened to me last week. I went to Mexico to go to a very important doctor’s appointment with my sister and her husband. The doctors explained everything, including the fact that my sister, Elliott, had chosen not to have surgery and they concurred. This was a quality-of-life decision. They would watch her closely. I could see the worry and sadness on their faces. She had lost so much weight. They took so much time, listening and talking and asking questions with care. Then it was time to go to the examination room. The doctors each examined Elliott. They were perplexed. But slowly a very quiet joy came into the room. The tumor was no longer a tumor. Elliott was the one that said it, “It is gone.  I am okay.” It took all of us a minute for this to register. This was the miracle that we had been hoping and praying for.

The next day, in the shade of the miracle tree, we were so quiet; it was as if we were afraid our usual raucous humor might shake the bird of misfortune from the branches. The leaves of the tree cast patterns of light and shadow at our feet. The tiny shadow remnants of fear gave way to the growing light of revelation. Fear was vanquished. Hope was realized. There was no bird of misfortune, just a new reality. The miracle is not immortality. Elliott’s reprieve is that she now lives with the same unknown that the rest of us do. We now live with a deeper knowledge that life is short and life is beautiful.

I left my sister’s village in the very early hours of the morning last Sunday. It was hard to leave. She and I spent our childhoods imagining epic journeys that began on camel saddles that stood still in our bedroom in Egypt. We were unwittingly rehearsing for a real epic journey that we would one day face together. And here it was. She is the heroine, strong and brave and true. The car waited on the cobblestones outside her gate. A dog barked in the starry night. A rooster crowed antiphonally. I gave thanks again to God for the miracle of all of it, and for the many people who prayed and for all the traditions they represented. Which prayers worked? Which traditions? Which alternative therapies? Which traditional approaches? Does it matter? Bands of angels in the form of friends, good friends, gathered around my sister. They offered their strength and their gifts–just as my friends did when they helped me leave school for a week.

The snow came right after I got back and that meant another missed week of school. On Monday I will be back with my children and back at my post, standing sentinel on the line between church and state. I believe in the separation of church and state, but privately my faith informs my teaching and my teaching informs my faith. I love being part of a community of many faiths. What if my children ask me if the fact that my sister is well is a miracle?  How will I handle that? Simply with these words: Hope triumphs, love wins. Hope and love surround us in many ways. These are the quiet words spoken in the shade of the miracle tree.

About Annie Campbell

Annie Campbell is a National Board Certified teacher and loves her work. After a forty year career in the classroom, she continues to support teachers. Annie enjoys cooking for family and friends; she likes to lose herself in a good book; she loves discovering new ideas, restaurants, perfect picnic places, and movies with her husband, Ben.
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9 Responses to In the Shade of the Miracle Tree

  1. Becky Murray says:

    Annie, I love to read your blogs when they pop up on my Facebook newsfeed. I found this one particularly compelling for a number of reasons.

    First, I too am a firm defender of separation of church and state, for all of the reasons that you list. I would differ slightly with your comment about prayer in school. I pray in school. I pray silently. Prayer, to me, is personal and my prayers infringe on no one’s rights. I suspect that some of my students and colleagues pray at school too. What I don’t do and what I believe would be wrong to do is to lead prayer in school. That is how I believe our separation of church and state protects us. It protects us against the strong forcing their personal beliefs on the weak.

    I am so happy for your sister’s miracle. Your explanation of her struggle and her news brought tears to my eyes. I find myself praying for a miracle for two colleagues. One has a young adult son who is fighting leukemia. This has been a long and hard fought journey for him. Throughout it all my friend and colleague, his mother, has been by his side every step of the way. I don’t know her son. I know her and I know the fear, the uncertainty, and the pain that she is experiencing is so real and so raw that it is tangible. I want to take it away, but I cannot. What I can do is offer silent prayer for healing in whatever form it comes, for physical, spiritual, and emotional pain relief for her and her son, and mostly for peace for them both.

    The other miracle I am praying for is for another colleague whose 31 year old sister was diagnosed in October with a rare form of liver cancer. The only hope is a liver transplant. This past Thursday my friend’s sister received a transplant from her brother. He was the best match. His liver can regenerate. Hers is gone, along with what we all hope is her tumor. The hope is that her body will accept her brother’s gift and that she will move forward with her life.

    I am thankful for your and your sister. I am not ashamed to admit that I struggle with my faith. I envy those who have a faith that is unwavering and complete. Miracles do happen. Sometimes they are hard to recognize. Thank you for a story that has strengthened my faith today.

  2. Susan Barstow says:

    Annie, What a breathtakingly beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it. And thank you, too, for sharing the belief that hope triumphs, and love wins.

  3. Lorna Blake says:

    So, so beautiful and inspiring. I’ve read it three times and am still not done. I’ve been whispering her name during the Mishebearach every Friday night, so I am eager to be counted among your “hope whisperers.”

  4. Barbara Hopkins says:

    Dear Annie, this is just beautiful. You are an awesome writer, teacher, thinker, sister, daughter, and all-around person. I adore you. Love from your very proud Mom!

    Sent from my iPhone


  5. Thank you, Annie! I missed seeing you this time around…but I certainly will never forget you! I am so happy to know you and your family! Barb Philleo

  6. Carlyon says:

    So beautiful. Jackson and I read this together tonight. He wanted to say to you,”I am glad that your sister got better. I missed you while you were gone.”

  7. Ruth Ayres says:

    This is beautiful. I love your storytelling voice. I love the Truth in your story. I love how your writing makes me a better person. Thank you.

  8. Jim Somerville says:

    Annie, this is so, so good. To hear you tell this story last night was one thing; to read it this morning by the fire was another. So powerfully moving that I’m blinking back tears, and some of them are tears of gratitude for you and your voice. Thank you.

  9. Kim says:

    I, too, love hearing your voice. You have so much to teach the rest of us. I am grateful for the miracle of your sister’s healing and will keep her in my prayers. I love the phrase, “Hope triumphs, love wins,” because it is so true. I have lived it. Keep telling your stories, Annie; we need them.

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