When all the worst stuff happens, and we are reminded that the rains do fall on all, we stand at a cross-road of decision.
Do we grieve without Hope or do we grieve as those whose Hope is sure?
Because we do grieve, we must grieve. Being a Christian doesn’t mean we live immune to the sorrows and sadnesses of the world. It shouldn’t mean that a platitude will clear away our grief. Our faith must sit with despair as much as it sits with rejoicing.
Jesus was described as someone familiar with suffering and sorrow. He stood at the tomb of a dear friend and wept.
As we acknowledge pain and disappointment, when prayers slip into a chasm of silence, we also have the opportunity to lean into Hope. To lean into the promise we are not alone and to remember again and again the promise that tells us we are never alone.
I’ve been playing these old words over and over in my heart of late:
strength for today and bright Hope for tomorrow
Wherever you find yourself today may you have the strength of being able to do all things (big, small, mundane, magnificent, noticed and overlooked) through Christ. The One who strengthens you, the One who loves you and who even now lives to intercede for you.
May you have the ability today to rest in the love of the One who hovers over you, who never despises a broken heart.
May you find in today strength, and bright Hope for tomorrow. Beloved ones you are noticed, you are cared for, you are held and you are accompanied in your grief.
Be blessed, be held, be Hopeful.
In a desert land he found him,
in a barren and howling waste.
He shielded him and cared for him;
he guarded him as the apple of his eye,
like an eagle that stirs up its nest
and hovers over its young,
that spreads its wings to catch them
and carries them aloft.