We received some sad news last night about a local resident who had been very sick. It really sunk in today. It’s times like these that I see the stark difference between joy and pain. So much deep hurt. How can we ever feel relief? I know God is the answer. Eventually we will recover with His help over time.
But how will we feel joy again? When we be able to laugh again without feeling guilty? What do we say to the family and friends to console them? How do we make sense of something so senseless and unnatural?
The human mind has defense mechanisms. A mother forgets the pain of child birth and looks forward to the next birth. We forget the heart break that takes our breath away and we let ourselves love. Our love ones pass away. We never forget them but we learn how to live our days without them.
I never thought I would feel sad for other people in pain. I was always so self absorbed, only sad about things that effected me personally. My heart breaks now when I see others in pain. I want them to feel peace and comfort. I want them to know that God loves them and Jesus wants to heal their pain. It’s the truth. It’s hard to hear when we’re so low. Maybe it’s too hard to believe, too good to be true. But God’s power and love is bigger than we can imagine.
Its been a dark time as of late; Americans being beheaded, Robin William’s suicide, a local police officer was shot and killed, a local leader and business owner’s plane malfunctioned and he and his wife died in the crash. And today is the anniversary of 9/11. Some are horrifying acts of violence. Suicide, a person so hopeless and in pain that they can’t stand to face life anymore. Still others just senseless accidents with no rhyme or reason. The list goes on and on.
We see video images of some of these incidents, the human condition at its worst. Portrayed on TV and social media we see the worst of mankind. It seems our whole society is falling apart. There is no respect or caring for another human being. Yet when I look and listen closely I see the human spirit at it’s best. In these times of great shock or despair we have some ray of hope and we start to pick up the pieces and move forward.
When I am in conversation with people or listening to someone talk on the radio or read a post on Facebook I hear about individuals doing great things. I hear about parents with gravely ill children that smile at work and help their coworkers. I hear about people traveling to dangerous areas of the globe to minister to the sick or poor. People working soup kitchens, giving away their fortunes, committing themselves to a life of service to God or being a friend to those who have none.
We can’t deny that there is evil in our world and sometimes unexplainable tragedies. Our media sensationalizes the worst of our society but the overwhelming majority of people are good and decent. Some individuals are amazing and inspiring examples of how we should act.
I think God is once again trying to show me that we are all connected. We need to communicate with one another. We need to share our lives with others. We should ask for help when we need it. We should tell stories about our trials and how we came through them or how someone helped us through them.