This
devotion also has nothing to do with last weekend’s sermon, either.
Monday
night, I officiated the funeral of a man who was by every measure too young to
die. Yesterday morning, I was summoned to a family who just that morning
endured a sudden and catastrophic loss. One of the most pivotal moments of my
life was the sudden loss of my father: in the morning he was there; in the
afternoon he wasn’t.
Some
thoughts: first, this is why we believe. We throw ourselves on the grace of God
manifest in Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection precisely for moments such as
this. Some folks, faced with catastrophe, find their faith shaken. “How could
God…?” they ask. That seems to me precisely backwards. When life is hard, when
sin and its terrible consequences rear their ugly heads, we ought to exclaim, “How
terrible is brokenness that humans have inflicted on God’s world!” That places the
blame where it appropriately belongs. And, along with that, we ought to
exclaim, “Thanks be to God that He delivers us” (Rom. 7:25)! For it is our God
who saves and promises a life after death.
Second, it
pays to treat life as a precious gift and to be reconciled to those we are in
conflict with. St. Paul says that love “keeps no record of wrongs” (1 Cor.
13:5), and he urges us to be reconciled to each other (cf. Col. 3:13).
Sometimes, we just don’t feel the urgency of that. We’re angry; we’re hurt; we’re
in no rush to see things restored and set right. Sometimes, it’s just plain old
pride: “He hurt me; I can wait until he realizes his mistake…” At least two
things are wrong with such thinking. First, such bitterness only makes us sick.
Holding a grudge, refusing to forgive, putting off possible reconciliation—that’s
spiritually damaging. It makes us hard. (God says that he will replace our
hearts of stone with hearts of flesh [Ez. 11:19]; how dare we than replace a
heart of flesh with a heart of stone?) Second, it imagines that we have all the
time in the world, and sometimes that just not the case. I can’t tell you the
number of regrets I’ve heard expressed because someone didn’t say what needed
to be said before it was too late.
Life can be
short. It’s good to think on that, to build a faith that prepares us for an
uncertain future, and to keep our accounts paid. It’s good to live each day in
the expectation that eternity is near.
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