A year ago yesterday, a friend of mine touched the hand of Jesus after a fatal car accident. An anniversary like that is always difficult to endure. Even more difficult for those extremely close to the one who's gone. He left this earth at the age of potential. As a college student, junior year, he held the potential to move mountains and conquer all obstacles with the brawn of youth and the wisdom of Scholar. The brink of aspiration.... and it is not fair to leave at such a stage in life.
This past weekend I attended a wedding and a funeral. On Saturday, I celebrated two good friends dedicating their lives to one another and to God. A day on which what you feel can't be described because you can't describe what you have never felt (the words of Dan). The day of solid vows, promises that are etched to the bone. And every heart and hand can't help but congratulate in ecstasy on such an occasion.
On Sunday, I stood at a graveside as two dear friends buried their first born child. Too tender a subject to even find the words. My spirit grieves with my friends. It is the beauty and the hag of the Body... to bare the burdens of one another. Who wants to bare such a tragic burden? But. The beauty... the beauty in the oneness of the Body of Christ. Designed to edify the other. Lifting each other from the depths of despair and decay. Brotherhood. Sisterhood. Under Christ. With Christ. Through Christ. In Christ.
A stew of emotions overtake me.
And I don't understand the purpose of what happens.
But I trust. I hope in Hope.
I know that one day, I will be Home. I will belong.
And even if everything in my life never makes sense... one day, I will be with my Father. With Jesus. With my family in Christ. The Body, the Bride.
And there will be an End to this mist of a life.
As for now, I will cling to the promise of Eternity.
I will cling to the promise of Hope.
Overtake me.
And there will be an End to this mist of a life.
As for now, I will cling to the promise of Eternity.
I will cling to the promise of Hope.
Overtake me.
