And he said, Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD. Job 1:21
The measure of our humanity comes not in the daily continuum and routine of life, but rather at the rare extremities of our existence; when time and eternity join hands. When all that we had assumed was under our control and normal, comes suddenly and unexpectantly
undone.
Ten years ago, to the day, many of us faced one such singularity. The daily life of one of our brightest blobs of creativity and curiosity came careening to a halt. Full stop. We had hardly got to know him. We had assumed that his life was part of our normalcy and would drag us through the low spots with some spark of unorthodox genius. Art has a way of doing that.
We had a choice to make. It was forced upon us. Continue on with "life" wallowing in our normalcy and regretting what should have been. Or face the reality of life in Him and carry on, serving each other and the rest of humanity with joy, thankfulness and courage.
I was inspired today, not by reflecting on the precious life of him who has fallen asleep in Jesus, but rather by the words of another fellow pilgrim, who is seeking another dose of reality:
Dad, these have been the best ten years of my life
