So one more time I found myself sitting in ER with a family yesterday. The scene is embedded in any who were present forevermore. The body of a loved one is the gathering place. The sobs, the physical collapse of one, the stark and stunning now absence of a beloved....the room was filled with silent screaming. Begging spirits folded as a man full of life was now pronounced dead.
My mind never gets over these repeated scenes that pop up occasionally. The devastation is permanent. And....it is useful. By the latter, I mean that it is a profound moment when the heart vacates the frivolous distractions that routine deems as necessary and takes note of what really matters; love of people while they are with us.
Arguments seem to leave the room rather red-faced in such settings. They (these debates) never did really belong, did they? Frustration within relationships evaporates. It happens at death. So why can't it happen in life? Such has always been the intent of the Spirit which is to have taken up residence within.
...we exult in hope of the glory of God. And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us...Romans 5:2-5.
How one hopes when there is no sign of hope to be found is to rely upon the Holy Spirit of God within us for He knows the full story of authentic and lasting life. Our hearts may be stunned; taking our turns to rightfully grieve deeply. Yet, due to the conquering Spirit of God, there is ample reason to live convinced that even at death's door....there is personal hope.
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