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...

Finished

I just finished reading Chinua Achebe’s book, “Things Fall Apart.” This is perhaps one of the most beautiful books written. I do not intend to write a book review per se, but please find below a small collection of quotes that I believe reflects the beauty of this book:

“Proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.”


“The sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel under them.”


“if a child washed his hands he could eat with kings.”


“You will have what is good for you and I will have what is good for me. Let the kite perch and let the eagle perch too.”


“Beginning life anew without the vigor and enthusiasm of youth is like learning to become left-handed in old age.”


“As a man danced, so the drums were beaten for him.”


Whenever you see a toad, jumping in broad daylight, the know that something is after its life.


Favorite sentence: “Such was the excessive energy bottled up in Enoch’s small body that it was always erupting in quarrels and fights.”

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