Showing posts with label People Who Judge Our Grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label People Who Judge Our Grief. Show all posts

Monday, February 21, 2011

Tuesday's Trust - A Non-Bereaved Almost "Gets It" ~Dory ~with C. S. Lewis





Tuesday's Trust

A Non-Bereaved Almost "Gets It"

~Dory

~with C. S. Lewis




Grieving Like a Christian

We have had two losses among our Christian friends and acquaintances recently. One was a teenage boy who drowned while canoeing, leaving his recently widowed mother and six siblings. Another was a thirty-four year-old mother of two young children who died after a long battle with cancer. Losses like these leave us saddened, stunned, and sometimes even angry. As Christians, though, we can face death and suffering without despair, for our hope is in Jesus Christ, the Giver of Life, the Conqueror of Death.

Yet it seems that Christians sometimes think that if we outwardly show the sorrows we feel, we are somehow demonstrating a lack of faith. In order to honor God, we reason, we must accept His frowning providences without even a flinch, like an abused boy accepts his whippings. This stoicism can become a mere exercise of will, so that what appears to be piety and faith is actually a work of prideful flesh.

God loves life and hates death. He is sovereign over death, and He ordains it, yet He made the ultimate sacrifice--Himself--to secure its ultimate destruction. If we love Him, we should love what He loves and hate what He hates. When we love life, we mourn the loss of it. When we hate death, we are angered by its destructive force.

Grieving like a Christian does not mean we do not grieve. It means we grieve without despair. We crawl into our Father's lap and lay our tear-stained cheeks on His shoulder, and trust that what He ordains is always right, will always work out well in the end, and that all our losses will one day be restored to us. It is running to Him and asking, "Tell me again the story of what You have done and what You will do to destroy this enemy." It is going to Him and asking for the strength and comfort we need to face the new reality of our temporary, mortal lives--a reality without someone we have grown to love, without someone we are used to having as a part of our lives and perhaps mistakenly assumed would always be there. It is knowing that although there is loss, all is not lost.


God does not tell us we will not have sorrows.

He tells us that He will be our comfort in sorrow.


He does not tell us we will not have tears.

He tells us He will be there with us to wipe our tears away.


He does not tell us there will not be times to mourn.

He tells us that on the other side of that mourning is the promise of joy indescribable.


~by Dory, {highlights mine} (Please see bio bottom of page, or click Permalink below)

Posted by Dory on February 21, 2006 at 09:24 PM in Christian Living | Permalink




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If a mother is mourning not for what she has lost but for what her dead child has lost, it is a comfort to believe that the child has not lost the end for which it was created. And it is a comfort to believe that she herself, in losing her chief or only natural happiness, has not lost a greater thing, that she may still hope to ‘glorify God and enjoy Him forever.’


A comfort to the God-aimed eternal spirit within her.





But not to her motherhood.


The specifically maternal happiness must be written off.


Never, in any place or time, will she have her son on her knees, or bathe him, or tell him a story, or plan for his future, or see her grandchild...



~C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed




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Talk to me about the truth of religion and I’ll listen gladly.


Talk to me about the duty of religion and I’ll listen submissively.


But don’t come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don’t understand.



~C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed










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Dory's bio:

Dory is a 40-something wife and mother who is the principal of a classical Christian school. She enjoys reading, writing, gardening, researching her family history, and taking an active part in her PCA church, all with her feet in this world and her eyes looking toward the next. She believes the Scriptures are the perfect Word of God. She believes she would be undone were it not for the electing grace of God the Father, the redeeming work of God the Son, and the quickening and sanctifying work of God the Holy Spirit.

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Thursday, February 10, 2011

Friday's Faith - My Psalm: Grieving Amidst Animosity







Friday's Faith


My Psalm: Grieving Amidst Animosity






You brought me out from ones who hate...

Your love endures forever.

Those who judge each human mistake,

Your love endures forever.

They're quick to balk and criticize...

Your love endures forever.

Even when my little one dies,

Your love endures forever.



But You O Lord, e'er care for me...

Your love endures forever.

Your love brings me down to my knee,

Your love endures forever.

You embrace this grieving mother--

Your love endures forever.

For You love me like no other,

Your love endures forever.



Use me Lord ~ Help me feed each lamb--

Your love endures forever.

Who's hurting Lord just as I am,

Your love endures forever.

You know the grief; You've lost a child...

Your love endures forever.

Who, in love, our sins reconciled,

Your love endures forever.



To You O Lord I owe my life--

Your love endures forever.

You conquered death to end sin's strife,

Your love endures forever.

My baby girl now lives with You...

Your love endures forever.

Keep my eyes on Your Heav'nly view,

Your love endures forever.




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Though the Lord is on high,

He looks upon the lowly,

but the proud He knows from afar.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble,

You preserve my life;

You stretch out Your hand

against the anger of my foes,

with Your right hand You save me.

The Lord will fulfill

His purpose for me,

Your love endures forever --

do not abandon

the works of Your hands.


~Psalm 138:6-8









Poem - My Psalm: Grieving Amidst Animosity - Angie Bennett Prince