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...

Shared Knowledge

"Cleanthes could not have been the express image of Zeno, if he had merely heard his lectures; he shared in his life, saw into his hidden purposes, and watched him to see whether he lived according to his own rules. Plato, Aristotle, and the whole throng of sages who were destined to go each his different way, derived more benefit from the character than from the words of Socrates. It was not the class-room of Epicurus, but living together under the same roof, that made great men of Metrodorus, Hermarchus, and Polyaenus. Therefore I summon you, not merely that you may derive benefit, but that you may confer benefit; for we can assist each other greatly." (Seneca, Moral Letters 6 "On Sharing Knowledge")

A number of years back I was challenged to find a mentor, someone with experience to guide and counsel, to train and advise me in my life's journey. I could have hired a life coach but that relationship is merely a business relationship where the other person profits whether I succeed or fail. It did not and does not make sense to invest in a person who only sees me as a client. "Time's up, friendship's over! Gain more friendship with more dollars now! 10, 9, 8, 7 . . . "

Taking inventory of those who surrounded me, I kept coming up short. I did not feel comfortable being transparent with anyone nor did I feel I could ask them to give time that I myself was struggling to find. So I prayed and I waited and time went by. I picked up tid-bits here and there, but still was not connected to anyone. 

After years of waiting I can say that I've found in the classical philosophers the man and men I've been searching for. Reading them I hear the voices of fathers, the prayers of weak men, the shouts of warriors, the embrace of friends, the words of wisdom. I read the Slave (Epictetus), and the men he influenced: the Senator (Seneca) and the Emperor (Marcus Aurelius). I read the King (David) and his son who prayed to have the wisdom to rule (Solomon). I find transparent men who failed miserably and finished gloriously. And they don't cost me anything except the time I spend to sit at their feet, to read, listen and think.

“This advice from Epicurean writings: 'To think continually of one of the men of old who lived a virtuous life.'” (Marcus Aurelius)

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