Our Aching Hearts Together....

Before I experienced the death of a loved one first hand, I could never even imagine such pain.


A close friend's father just passed away yesterday morning.
When I heard the news, my heart went out to him.
I could almost feel his pain and confusion.

Death is such a strange thing.

Such a normal part of life, and yet when it comes, when one has a brush with death...
We are often left confused.
Shocked.
Changed.

Perhaps it is the folly of human nature.
To live life assuming we are immortal.
Perhaps it is testament that there is more to this life on earth - that we were created for immortality, but are not where we are supposed to be.
Hence the strange tension that we live by everyday.


Last night at NewSong, we sang hymns.
One of the last hymns we sang was "It Is Well".
Even as the story of the man who lost his family at sea then proceeded to write "It Is Well", was told, I felt a strange prickling sensation.
Again. Nostalgia.

I remember singing it at Reuben's wake.
So strangely tormented, yet peaceful.

I was afraid I would break down and cry.
But surprisingly, the band took the song for a more lively spin.
Soon, I was smiling.... He had helped me move on again.
It was as if my Lord took me by the hand, and made me skip to the song. Heh.



They say time heals.
And yes it does.
But time is such an illusion.
I wonder what God thinks of Time.


A conversation was swirling around me last night.
One of my friends talking about being a middle child.
And I thought to myself - I'm no longer the oldest child.
What do I say when people ask me if I have siblings now?

Someone actually did ask me that question on Friday.
I said, yes, I used to have a brother.



Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
We all die eventually.
That is why we need to hold on to our Father even tighter - to the promise that though we all will disintegrate into nothingness, we will rise again one day.



For those of you who know him (and maybe even if you don't), please pray for Ken.