ACPE's weekly digest to keep you connected, better informed, and well-resourced for the week ahead.
July 31, 2017
Trace Informal
ACPE's Monday Briefing is a weekly digest from ACPE Executive Director Trace Haythorn
Each week you will receive related articles and updates on ACPE transitions. Also included are helpful links to keep you connected, better informed, and well-resourced for the week ahead.
Goodbye July! (How did that happen?)
Area Managers Become Directors of Community, Practice, and Member Development
As the restructuring process continues to evolve, the proposed map for new areas has evolved with it. In fact, the "areas" have essentially dissolved as we have seen more and more communities of practice take shape. The Certification Implementation Team and the Accreditation Work Group are both designing ways to manage their activities as we look to the future.

At the same time, several factors like support for communities of practice, nurture of CPE as a pedagogy, and encouragement and support of new and existing programs as well as members have emerged as central roles of our three new national staff members. With their creative and thoughtful input, we have renamed their positions as Directors of Community, Practice, and Member Development. We think this better captures the core aspects of their work and will better represent the association to the places where you serve.

Katherine, Steve and Wayne have been negotiating the best way to divide our over 450 sites. Once they are on the ground, they will begin reaching out and making sure you know who is serving whom.
ACPE is Seeking a New Team Member!
The national office is searching for an Academic Technology Specialist to help us collect and maintain our data to better support students, centers, members, fundraising efforts and event records. This position will also support the new Area Managers with their work in the community. If you know of a qualified candidate, please encourage them to apply at: Apply Here through Emory University. Requisition # 73296BR.
Did You See the Emails and Newsletter?
In case you missed it, estimates for 2018 Accreditation Fees went out last week along with an explanation of how we are working to consolidate revenue and expenses. Click here to learn more. 
Report from the COMISS Board Meeting
I have just returned from Chicago where I was meeting with the other members of the COMISS Board. For the first time in recent memory, we met to develop a strategic plan for COMISS, to help us think through how we can build on the success of Spiritual/Pastoral Care Week, whether functioning as a "network" is sufficient, how we can better integrate our endorsing colleagues, who is absent from the conversation, and what it might mean for this group to develop an advocacy capacity for the field of chaplaincy. I'm especially grateful for Association of Professional Chaplains CEO Pat Appelhans' leadership in this process. I will keep you posted as COMISS gains greater clarity about its mission and work.
FREE Online Spiritual Care Collaborative Learning Event in August

The Oates Institute is offering a FREE Online Spiritual Care Collaborative Learning Event in August for folks who have never been a member of the Oates Institute.

Go to and review the events in August. Send an email to and mention that you are accepting a free learning event. You will receive further instructions on how to complete your registration.
A Poem for Reflection
Okay, this is probably less about reflection and more about summer and hot dogs and how we entertain ourselves. But it may also be about disappointment, where we place our hopes, and how we live amidst loss. Perhaps not as deep as some poems, but memorable all the same:
 "Casey at the Bat" by Ernest Lawrence Thayer

A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that-
We'd put up even money now with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville-mighty Casey has struck out.
Something Extra
Proctor and Gamble recently ended a series of public service announcements meant to speak to the persistent racism, tracing conversations between parents and children across decades. They may also be helpful tools with some student groups: Parents Have "the Talk" in the Powerful 'My Black Is Beautiful' Campaign From P&G.
Something else extra
As summer units enter their final weeks, we'd love to capture the stories of student experiences. If you have a reflection from a student about their CPE experience, please send it to John Roch or Tiffany Kindred.
Some Extras From You

Here's a poem submitted by ACPE Certified Educator Unyong Statwick from one of her residents in the Mercy Hospital Springfield CPE Program: 

"Unconditional Love Feels Like" by Kc Kopaska 

Unconditional love feels like:
healing the one the who hurt you,
cleaning the cup of the one who stole your water,
ironing the clothes of the one who exposed your nakedness,
honoring the one who shamed you,
forgiving the one who causes you the most pain - Yourself.

Unconditional love feels like:
the embracing warmth of the sun on a cold, wintry day,
the answer to the mystery of why we are here on this earth,
the monolithic rock in the sea that the waves never wear down,
the solid deck in a roiling ocean.

Unconditional love feels like:
the unfathomable,
BOND between two souls that will never part. Ever.

Under any circumstance.

Stinging Tears.
Selfish Misunderstanding.
Broken Promises.
Harsh Words.
Unfaithful Commitment.
Cold Indifference.

Unconditional love feels like being deeply human and deeply Divine.
This Week on the Calendar
Monday, July 31
*Kamál - Bahá'í
The beginning of the eighth month of the Bahá'í year, meaning "perfection."

*Tisha B'Av - Judaism
A solemn day of mourning and fasting for the destruction of the First and Second Temples in Jerusalem, as well as other tragedies in Jewish history coinciding with this date, beginning at sundown.

Tuesday, August 1
*Lughnassadh [Lammas] - Wicca
The harvest of first fruits, celebrating the harvest of corn and wheat. Wiccan practitioners see this time as a signal of the god Lugh's decline of strength as the sun rises farther south each day, while the Goddess witnesses this season with sorrow and joy. It is both a somber and celebratory feast day.

Sunday, August 6
*Feast of the Transfiguration - Christianity (Eastern and many Western churches)
Celebrates the manifestation of Jesus' divinity as God's Son to his disciples Peter, James, and John on Mount Tabor.
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