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Now Abide Faith, Hope & Love

Sorrow is everywhere.  We are never far away from it and yet, we don’t really feel the full force of its agony until we experience a “direct hit”.  We somehow feel insulated from the tragedies on television or that we read about on the news.  That is a universal feeling because every time tragedy strikes, the persons interviewed will say, “We just did not think that would happen here.”  Our sense of living with safe buffers to prevent sorrows is only an illusion.  In a world of violence, tragedy, illness, accidents, malevolent behavior, and death, it is far more rare if we are “not” affected directly by a tragedy of life than if we are.

Grief is very much a part of every aspect of our generation.  Here are what some have said from their perspective on grief.

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing…not healing….not curing… that is a friend who cares.  Henri Nouwen.

Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief. C. S. Lewis.

All confront grief differently.  Here is one young lady’s success in doing so.  Those that frequently speak and show love to those they cherish are the best prepared to face sorrow.

Allison was an upbeat, enthusiastic teen. She was positive, eager, and energetic. She was one of the teens in my group and was always a joy. It was terrible the day I got the call about her dad.
Allison’s dad died suddenly of a massive heart attack sitting in his office at work one day.

I got to the hospital to see them carrying his belongings with them into the counseling room. They were silent, stunned, sobbing. The cheerfulness that was always on Allison’s face had been washed away with sorrow and tears. We talked for a long time, the family and I. They were trying to get their minds around what had happened. I wondered what would happen to cheerful Allison. Her daddy meant the world to her. She would be crushed.

In the days that followed I kept a close eye on Allison and her family. They each had their own way of dealing with the grief. Allison’s was simple. She said, “Every day my daddy told me, ‘I love you’,” she said. “Even though he’s gone, I’ll never doubt his love…that means everything.”  The power of “I love you” can be expressed in so many ways. But the key comes down to this. You’ve got to express love every day for it to really show you mean it. When was your last chance to say, “I love you”? Don’t leave your gratitude or love unexpressed.  (Copied).