This is the second in a series of articles written by a number of Community of Christ
Evangelists in Canada East Mission. We are pleased to offer the stories
of these highly respected ministers for your reading. It is our hope
that their stories of faith will bring a blessing to your life. This post is from Evangelist Carole Heathers of Stratford, Ontario.
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For ten years I spent a week at camp with a group of people
oppressed by society and the stigma of HIV/AIDS. I knew of the oppression and
stigma firsthand as our son struggled with whom he could trust to share his
status. He lost his battle with AIDS in 2000.
The camp was sponsored by another denomination and was the
only AIDS camp that included all people. The campers were a diverse group,
adults, children, gay, straight, different nationalities, different abilities,
different religions…so many differences but the one thing they had in common
was that HIV/AIDS had touched their lives. In spite of the many differences
they accepted each other with open arms. Camp is a safe place for everyone,
often the only place where they could be themselves and feel safe enough to
speak freely. When I stepped on the grounds each year I had the feeling that it
was sacred space where all were safe and accepted…it reminded me of how I
envision Zion. Some campers had never been able to share
their status for fear of being ostracized, even persecuted. As the week goes on
you can see a weight lifted from their shoulders… a wonderful blessing…a
blessing of acceptance and support.
Each day I led a Guided Meditation elective to bring
healing. To those who took part it built a bond of trust between them. On one occasion I was able to offer to a very
sick camper the sacrament of the laying on of hands. My heart ached for the
campers as they shared their stores of abuse and cruelty. That pain was doubled
when their own family turned their back on them.
I remember the year a young man drove onto the campgrounds.
It only took a look into his eyes to see his pain and fear. He had been
encouraged to come to camp but as he stepped on the grounds it was obvious he
was ready to run. I approached him, introduced myself and did my best to help
him feel at home. It was a struggle to keep him at camp but I encouraged him
each day to stay for another night and see how he felt. I asked him to come to
the meditation group I was leading. After the rest of the
group left for other activities he stayed and talked and cried as he shared the
pain in his heart. He found out he was HIV positive just a few weeks before he
came to camp; his parents distanced themselves from him. He was alone, scared
of what the future would bring. He was depressed, nervous and had no one he
trusted enough to share this burden with. In the quiet of our meditation room I
had the privilege of listening to his story and offering him words of
encouragement and hope.
At first he stayed by my side, ate every meal with me not
really engaging with the other campers.
After a few days he began to look beyond his fear and see the many
campers who are living with HIV/AIDS and living fully. The day he said to me, “Do you mind if I eat
my lunch with the guys from my dorm” I knew he had found a support system of
friends who would stand by him without judgment.
God blessed me with a deep compassion for the difficult
journey these extraordinary men and woman were walking. They have forever
touched my life.
Carole Heathers