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...

Something I didn't get a chance to do but wish I did was . . .

to see more of Africa when I was there. It was a busy time of teaching and lecturing so I didn't get out much. I stayed in Kisumu, Kenya and was driven about 40 minutes out to a village each day. Most of what I saw was in the people and less in the places. Perhaps that was most important. I was "kidnapped" one afternoon and we enjoyed tea on Lake Victoria where the hyacinth bloomed on the lake.

Me with Johann, my driver
One day I'd like to go back and drive from Nairobi through Rift Valley to Kisumu. I'd also like to see Kilimanjaro. And visit Egypt.


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