For PT, and to all who are and have always been friends
This is where dreams die: career, reputation, integrity, passion. This is the place where these are buried: lost loves, fond dreams, and even friendships.
Truth of the matter is, things come to an end. Things die. For a time they were ours. God has given them to us, and while we have tried to be faithful to Him, and be a good steward, sometimes they are taken away – by inadvertence, by neglect, by sheer folly, or perhaps as a result of carelessness by self, and others. Sometimes, by no fault of our own, we sometimes become collateral damage, or perhaps as a direct result of our own choices, we see all of these we hold dear crumble and shatter to pieces.
And we let go of them, sometimes willingly, most often begrudgingly. But we let them go just the same, for they were never ours in the first place. We realize there is no holding on, there is no going back. And we reel with the loss we have just endured, knowing that there is no getting back what we have released.
This is a time for mourning. This is a time for farewells, for letting go. Undoubtedly this is a heart-wrenching process. We wish life will return as it was. We wish we could have fought for it more, or sometimes we wished people we know, and trust could have fought for us, but these are all wishful thinking. We wish things can be the same again. But it cannot.
And so we weep sometimes seemingly inconsolably. Grief overtakes us, and we find ourselves immersed in tears, regret and pain. Stunned with the hurt that has beset us, we stay up to the wee hours of the night thinking of what could-have-beens, what-should-have-beens, but we know that this is a one-way street to nowhere.
And so we come to this place: to bury, to mourn, to let go.
We look up to the only Wise God we know, and beseech Him for understanding – for respite, for mercy and grace. We look up to Him who suffered, died and lived again – for in Him there is a promise of a new day, a new life, of new beginnings. For in Him there is a promise of redemption even as the whole world groan in anticipation of that bright hope.
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