To live on this earth is to be touched by any of the unpredictable amorphous shapes of loss. I know. I've encountered several of those forms. Recently, I've been pondering loss. Wondering if any of its' oppressive gray clouds disguise tinges of silver interiors, I ask myself, if so, then can they be seen by the heart's aching naked eye? Even though the varied shapes in which loss often shifts itself exerts differing jabs of cruel pressures, as Believers, we can choose to consider the possibility of looking through lenses of Redemption.
For me, the lesson that rumbles with the loudest whispers of hope is that of awakening us from our day-in-day-out numbness. to beat with greater, fuller compassion for others and a higher value and honor for life 'today'. It invites us to love more fervently in real-time words and meaningful deeds to the special ones that are all around us now.
I love what C.S. Lewis says about this in 'The Problem of Pain, " God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
As the only living member of my immediate family, the loss of mother, brother and father have cut a few oddly shaped wholes into the walls of my soul that allow ever more illuminating rays of light into my dingy heart's perspective. If there's anything redemptive in loss, it lies in considering it's sting to be a reminder of the blink-of-an-eye temporal nature of our life.
Loss calls us to cherish the relationships that squeeze our lives and to give gut-wrenching effort to communicate love. Loss opens up a door and presents a beckoning hand to go take every advantage that 'now' offers to forgive. Loss holds out a sieve to sift and distinguish between the asinine 'issues' and those that have merit , beckoning us to lay down grudges and extend mercy. Believe me, this exchange is much more effectively done on this side of eternity.
We humans tend to collect little spurs of angst with damning efficiently, don't we? But loss can help us see more clearly. Those briars really only end up pricking our own stubborn hearts. Loss gently coaxes us to pluck off and lay down bundles of bitterness. Our words, if we hasten to speak (or write) them in a timely way, have incredible power both for the speaker AND for the hearer. They can unlock a heart and soothe bruised spots in the soul..
Losing my mom in my mid 20's, now three decades ago, has sharply taught me these lessons. My heart has been thumped into embracing the 'now' and letting go of the 'yesterdays.' There are so many things I wish I could have said to her....and my dad...and my brother. But I now practice these well-learned lessons on those most near me. The kiss of loss imprinted me with a growing capacity for compassion and an ever increasing zeal for communicating love and appreciation. It's a journey I'm continually muddling my way through, but a journey that's worth continuing.
I now know the importance of lavishing appreciation, asking apologies, acknowledging wrongs, and verbalizing respect ....even when it's excruciating. Because I know there will be a threshold over which those words will no longer reach.
What lessons of love or compassion have you learned from loss? Do you have someone to whom you feel compelled to communicate your appreciation of love while you are able to do so?
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