Serving the Amish Winner & Excerpt

His wife’s illness had been painful and prolonged. He provided her care and suffered alongside her. In those waning days of life, he rarely left her side. On a Saturday in late spring the death rattle began, and with his hand clasped tightly over hers, she slipped away. Believing as the Amish do, he hoped for her salvation but did not claim assurance. To do so would be arrogant. Yet with her body now lifeless, he found himself praying for a sign–an acknowledgment that she was at peace.

Serving the Amish James CatesThat’s from an excerpt of James Cates’ new book Serving the Amish: A Cultural Guide for Professionals. It’s taken from Chapter 8, “Death and Loss”. You’ll find the rest of the excerpt below.

A big thank-you goes out to Jim for contributing and answering our questions over this series of posts.

Chapter Titles

I thought I’d also share a list of chapter titles to give you an idea of what the book covers.

  1. Strangers and Pilgrims
  2. Changing Views of Human Services
  3. Building and Maintaining Rappport
  4. Across the Life Span
  5. Women’s Issues
  6. Sexuality
  7. Violence and Abuse
  8. Death and Loss
  9. Counseling and Psychotherapy
  10. Substance Abuse and Addictions
  11. Law Enforcement and the Judiciary
  12. Healthcare Professions
  13. Social Work and Social Services
  14. Guidelines for Service to the Amish.

There is also an epilogue, three appendices, and additional back material.

Serving the Amish Book Winner

As promised today we have a winner of Serving the Amish. Chosen at random from among your entries using

Scawley (comment #40 on this post)

Congratulations, Scawley. Send a mailing address to me at to get your book.

If you didn’t win, you can find the book at Amazon, Johns Hopkins, and other locations online and in bookstores.

Serving the Amish: An Excerpt

The following is taken from the opening of Chapter 8, “Death and Loss”.

Chapter 8

Death and Loss


An older parent was bringing his developmentally delayed adult daughter for a psychological assessment. Since his wife’s death, he could no longer provide the full-time care she needed and sought placement in a sheltered workshop that required documentation of her disability. I had seen grieving spouses before, but the loss in this man’s heart spoke of a love and devotion that had left him truly bereft. The story he shared confirmed my suspicion.

His wife’s illness had been painful and prolonged. He provided her care and suffered alongside her. In those waning days of life, he rarely left her side. On a Saturday in late spring the death rattle began, and with his hand clasped tightly over hers, she slipped away. Believing as the Amish do, he hoped for her salvation but did not claim assurance. To do so would be arrogant. Yet with her body now lifeless, he found himself praying for a sign–an acknowledgment that she was at peace.

The next morning an English neighbor appeared on a visit of consolation. With no awareness of the spiritual struggle this lonely man faced, the ministering neighbor described an incident that had occurred the previous night, coincidentally at the very moment of her death, and had left him in awe. “I heard such a beautiful melody,” he said. “I have no idea who was singing, but it sounded as though it came from heaven itself.” And with that remark, the grief-stricken husband knew the answer to his prayer. God had offered the song of the angels carrying his wife home.


Whether we believe in a divine breath that whispered life into the molded sand, or the slower but no less miraculous process of evolution, the exquisitely intense emotional depths of birth and death are phenomena unlike any other. Regardless of our view of what lies beyond the physical realm, these anchors at the extremes of life speak to the mystery of existence in a way that no other moments can.

Because of the power of death, every culture develops ritual means to address it. The Amish are no exception. Yet, as the vignette opening this chapter suggests, no ritual can adequately explain its personal meaning. With this awareness of the dual nature of grief as both an idiosyncratic and a shared process, embraced even more strongly in a collective society, this chapter address the experience.

Attaching Meaning to Death

There is a stoicism pervading the Amish march toward death that masks the intensity of emotions accompanying the end stage of life. At its best, a collective culture provides support and empathy in the shared experience of loss. At its worst, it suppresses deviations from expected grief. The Amish firmly believe that life in this world is a temporary sojourn. Its ultimate purpose is to claim hope for an eternity in paradise. God ordains events. Death does not occur without God’s awareness and ultimate design; therefore, to question a death is to question both the omniscience and the will of God. If it occurs due to accident, injury, or even through malice, to fail to forgive is an affront to humility and respect for God’s plan.

These are basic and inviolable tenets, grounded in the primary theology of both the Amish and fundamentalist Christianity. This pervasive understanding imparts meaning to even the most senseless and brutal deaths, as the response to the slaughter or innocent children at the Nickel Mines School demonstrates.(1) Furthermore, it provides a common bond to the family and community in times of suffering. Simultaneously, the idiosyncrasies of grief may be overlooked. An elderly woman lost two sisters in the space of a few weeks. These deaths heightened an awareness of her own mortality and poignant reality that her remaining family was dwindling. Another man lost his elderly father after a long battle with cancer. Several years later he remarked in passing that he had never been able to grieve that death. Still another woman lost a sister to a long and debilitating illness, a sibling who had left the Amish many years prior.

The rift between them was never completely healed, and the pangs of grief were sharper because of this fact. In each case, the grieving party felt comfortable sharing with an English friend. The sense of loss would have been heard by fellow Amish but potentially viewed askance. In each case the expression of grief fell outside a range of emotional experiences that could be comfortably shared within the community. Rather than risk the raised eyebrow or inquisitive tone, it was easier to remain quiet than to seek support from those to whom they were closest.

As the vignette that opens this chapter and the descriptions above imply, for the Amish no less than any other, the experience of grief can be isolated and isolating. In some ways, the cultural means of coping with death are merely an overlay. It is the human condition to be terrified of pain, of dying, and of being alone, and in moments when we face these inevitabilities, the power of the emotion overrrides all other thoughts or experiences. Yet the moment passes, and we grope for the structure of the familiar–the cultural anchors that allow us to cope with these fears and uncertainties. Still, we do well to remember that beneath the reserve and distance from the world, whether death comes in the fullness of time for an older parent or the tragic loss of a younger child, all human beings react with a rhythm culled from their own emotions.

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    1. Wondercat

      Bought -- thank you...

      …for alerting me to the book’s existence.

    2. Juanita Cook

      Con congratulations Scawley

    3. Congrats to the winner! Looking forward to reading the book!
      Thanks for a great series of Q&As too! I enjoyed them muchly.

    4. Slightly-Handled-Order-Man

      Similar to the Amish widower's experience

      The account of the grieving Amish man’s hearing singing made me think of the reassurances, or comforts my father and I encountered at times of loved ones death.
      When my father’s youngest sister passed away after a bought with cancer, my Dad returned to Manitoba to be with his other sisters and brothers to see her off. She was laid to rest in a natural setting and a place she loved. When my Dad returned to Ontario he reported to us that he saw a deer sitting glance up from the side of the road, and apparently look at the elderly group of siblings leaving the area, I think he might have also said that a group of birds signature to the area seemingly did a fly past to honor the departed sister. “That was my sister saying she was alright and that she loved us” my Dad quipped.. Later on, 7 or 8 years later) the eldest brother died and was taken to the same location (as he too cherished the spot) and again it seemed to the remaining siblings that deer gave them reassurance that their brother was at peace and at home, according to my otherwise non-religious Dad.
      When my father died I did not see deer in the parkette (okay, a rather large one) that I wandered around in to be out of the apartment we both had lived in, but walking over an overpass to get back home a rather large bird flew over me and squawked at me. “Yes, Dad, fine.” I screamed in grief flashing back to the image he at painted of the natural world assuring him of his siblings peace. But to me it was him reassuring me that the pain and agony he had suffered in the last month was well and truly released.
      It is interesting the odd things that happen to those left behind when death happens, and again, I like the description in the above except.

      1. Shom thank you for sharing this. I hope your healing continues. I happened to see a deer running across our front yard the morning my father died. It struck me as very unusual, I knew they were about, but I had never seen one in that particular area. I wish I had more belief in signs like these, I think it would be comforting.