May 18, 2014
Peace that surpasses understanding
I woke up the other day with thoughts swirling around the concept of peace.
About six months ago I abruptly lost my job due to some organizational restructuring. Within a few weeks, my mother made her last trip to the hospital and then on to hospice where she died. A few months later, we marked the sixth anniversary of Daniel’s death.
Though a job loss pales in significance to witnessing the death of my mother and still struggling years later to fathom the death of my son, this combination of experiences has blended into making the first half of 2014 unusual and challenging emotionally and spiritually. Over these months I have experienced many moments of feeling these deep losses and grieving the changes to life that they bring.
And yet when I woke up the other morning, my first conscious thought was one of peace.
Somehow in the midst of loss, death, and grieving, I seem to “be at peace” with God and with life, sensing that indeed all things are somehow working themselves out for good in my life and in the lives of my family.
Is this a taste of the “peace that passeth understanding” that St. Paul describes? (Other translations say “peace that surpasses or transcends understanding”, words that describe it even more clearly.)
I trust that this peace is coming from God since I know I don’t have the capacity to conjure it up on my own.
June 29, 2014
Acceptance of loss: “sacrificing our Isaac”
Glimpsing the eventual gifts of suffering
I ran across a poem recently while reading a thoughtful blog reflection on the aftermath of a recent college campus shooting by Jack Levison at Spiritchatter, http://www.patheos.com/blogs/spiritchatter/2014/06/a-memorial-service-memory-and-the-eventual-gifts-of-suffering/)
At a campus memorial service after this shooting, this poem was handed out to participants; it speaks eloquently to my heart.
For Suffering, by John O’DonahueWho, without you knowing it,
Help to carry and lighten your pain.
May you know serenity
When you are called
To enter the house of suffering.
May a window of light always surprise you.
May you be granted the wisdom
To avoid false resistance;
When suffering knocks on the door of your life,
May you glimpse its eventual gifts.
May you be able to receive
the fruits of suffering.
May memory bless and protect you
With the hard-earned light of past travail;
To remind you that you have survived before
And though the darkness now is deep,
You will soon see approaching light.
May the grace of time heal your wounds…
Is there some hard-earned light from this past travail that is beginning to shine through the windows of our hearts?
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