John
15:10 – 12 If you keep my commands, you
will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in
his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy
may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.
It
has been a week since my last post.
Wanna and I talk daily, and life in Thailand is seeking a new
rhythm. Life is not returning to normal,
it never will. With the death of Phoh Tah the course of many lives have
irrevocably changed. In many ways life
shifts to fill the void left by his passing, and in many ways those vacancies
will always remain. There is no normal
left to return to.
Wanna is comfortably distracted by
being the dutiful daughter, and the doting aunt. Yes, it is strange to be home without her dad
being there, but it will be here in Vancouver that his absence will most likely be felt. Again, life here cannot return to its usual
rhythm. It will be a phone call when he
is not there to talk to, or in shopping and seeing something that she would think
of sending back home to him, that his absence will be observed.
Death is inconvenient. Life is inconvenient. And in the imposition and limitation by death
there is value to be found. Death limits
our time on earth. Its randomness
imposes an unpredictability. The lesson
to be learned, if there is one, is that there are no ordinary moments.
Each sunset, has its value not just in
the inherent beauty, but because each is part of a limited edition. It is my denial of all things unpleasant that
keeps me from making the same realization about the look of love from
Wanna. Our limited number of years,
should urge me to do what is important, the service that I am called to
perform. My prayer in this grief is that
I do not lose this mindfulness.
Of the teachings from Jesus that I
hold value in, there is the Sermon on the Mount, and the Last Supper. But it is the Last Supper that my thoughts
turn to as I write. The value of Jesus’
teaching is more than knowing that his mission is at an end. The real work that he came to do would begin
in a few hours. During the meal he had
time to give one final teaching, a summing up of his previous words.
But the profoundness of the moment
goes beyond this simple ending of his teachings. On the night before his death, Jesus has to
know that with his death, even with the resurrection, the life of the apostles
will never be the same. Like all of us,
they will have to find a new rhythm.
Thus, he prepares them for life after his death.
And maybe, just maybe, the most
profound impact of the crucifixion is that life would never return to normal,
that together, and individually, we would have to find a new rhythm. A new way of being with God. We know this is true, for in the New Covenant
there are radical changes to our lives.
One of the central teachings of that
night was that Jesus needed to go, in order for the Holy Spirit to come. I
think the finding of the new rhythm with God, has been that his character is
more accurately experienced by us, through the Holy Spirit.
Grief
is a strange thing. We often talk about
healing our grief. Yet, really, I
believe our grief is our healing. It is in
finding that new rhythm that we experience our loss and sadness. Even if we come to find unrealized value in life, finding it, experiencing our healing, can only be done in the pain of our loss. Yet, death and the subsequent grief are a might force. I know people, who out of the ashes of
debilitating grief, have new creations, it is as if they were resurrected into
a new life.
There are those that hold that grief
naturally affirms life, but this is not true.
Grief is a process that takes different paths with different
people. For while there are many that respond
to grief with love and kindness, there are those that respond in fear and
anger. As with all things, I think death and grief
are just there, it us who give value and meaning to them.
In this time after Easter, we are
called upon to reflect the impact of his death and resurrection hold for
us. I think we can use this time to make
peace with death, the death of others, and with our own.
Thoughtful piece. For me, grief just IS. What we do with it is our responsibility. tx
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