Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Strife and Fear

On two separate occasions, Seneca penned two thoughts that compliment each other. The first is this:

“I don’t agree with those who plunge headlong into the middle of the flood and who, accepting a turbulent life, struggle daily in great spirit with difficult circumstances. The wise person will endure that, but won’t choose it—choosing to be at peace, rather than at war.” (MORAL LETTERS, 28.7)

And the second: 

“Many are harmed by fear itself, and many may have come to their fate while dreading fate.” (Oedipus, 992)

One wonders if some people plunge headlong into foolishness because they are driven by fear. Herds of animals have been known to stampede to their own harm to escape bugs. What a small thing a bug is that a beast will risk drowning or plunging over a precipice out of fear.

Not too long ago I encountered a person who, for reasons unknown to me, simply cannot abide in peace. There must be strife. To be fair, this person has endured trauma and abuse so happiness seems to be an impossibility. In order to feel safe, secure, this one feels the need to create discomfort in order to find a familiar place of personal comfort. Some chose a turbulent life because the thought of a peace life is unfathomable. Some live in constant fear to their own destruction.

It's a war of passions. A person wants or needs but would rather steal or kill than simply ask. A person desires but cannot receive (for whatever reason) so one fights. Or they ask but do not receive because their motive is harmful to them or others so they incite strife.

It does not have to be this way. A wise person is able to endure turbulence, but a wise person will not chose it.




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