It all started last March when I heard about the two suicides……two young people that couldn’t find any hope that things would get better. One of which was the neighbor of my Aunt, parents finding what was left of her. The beauty and the soul and the perfection that was her life. And then a week later, a phone call. My cousin’s son did the very same thing. In disbelief I almost dropped the phone. To me, there is no sadder horror than that for a parent.
And the recent events in the news, coming one after the other, so much so that we can barely keep track of them all. Planes shot down over Ukraine……a bank robbery, a hostage situation and a highspeed chase on the very street I drove down when I was back home two weeks ago. Bullets flew, hundreds of them. And an innocent bystander coming in to do her banking was caught in the crossfire.
Her daughter waited in the car, then watched horrified as her Mom was used as a shield while they got away. She texted her Dad……”They have Mom.” She didn’t come back.
You would think all this would be reason enough to give up on this life. We live in a world where heaven and hell coexist like the wheat and the tares that thrive side by side. And yet…..
There is poetry and music and art and crowded sidewalks and family and friends, and the smile of a child. And it all adds up to an incredible relentless beauty that tugs at the soul and won’t let go.
I can’t ignore the drops of rain that fall quietly on the pond like a prayer, the relentless beauty that falls all around us on any given day. There is a peace that comes from sitting on a porch with a view that wraps around you.
I can’t account for the joy that beats like wild wings within my chest except that I recognize it as the Holy Spirits quickening because that’s how God is. He shows up.
He permeates the air with His presence especially when it seems all hope is lost forever. He says:
No, it’s not, because I am.
In troubled times we need to gather the ones we love close and get rid of everything else that weighs us down. We need to walk humbly in love and cradle carefully the gift we have from God, and never lose our sense of wonder at the world that was once perfect.
Be surprised each day at what God redeems out of the ashes. Never forget the moment you first believed. He is coming quickly, so my advice is be ready.
Raise your eyes to the Heavens and never lose hope. Remember that even thistles and artichokes yield spectacular blooms.
All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. It is by his great mercy that we have been born again, because God raised Jesus Christ from the dead. Now we live with great expectation, and we have a priceless inheritance—an inheritance that is kept in heaven for you, pure and undefiled, beyond the reach of change and decay. And through your faith, God is protecting you by his power until you receive this salvation, which is ready to be revealed on the last day for all to see.
2 thoughts on “The Wheat and the Tares”
I’m so sorry for the loss of the two people close to you, Lori. Our family has experienced loss through suicide and it’s a kind of loss that tears at the heart in a unique manner. As you and I discussed on your FB wall last night, there is so much going on in the world right now that is of painful energy. It can become so pervasive with dramatic events stacking one on top of the other on a global level that we can become paralyzed emotionally. Or we begin to internalize the pain and allow our immediate focus to bog down. All human reactions, of course, but it’s also human to be determined to NOT crumble beneath the onslaught of sadness. To decide to persevere and recognize that beauty does exist, and that faith can remain strong.
I just recently posted at my blog this past week after a lengthy dry spell, and I’m feeling my way through my own limbo stage. The sense that better days await has always been a constant in my life and I’m still clinging on to that belief. Thank you for sharing your own words of encouragement here, sweetheart. ❤
It is truly amazing that despite all that is ugly and corrupt and deplorable, we have hope, Lori. That is faith.