ummer
after sophomore year in college, I was at an
airport to fly to England, where my family
lived. You’d think that was a happy,
exciting moment. It was anything but. I had
left the bedside of a grandmother I loved,
in her final illness, to be with my mother,
who also was in her last illness.
As I waited
to buy my ticket, I chatted with a man who
had traveled to
England many times. We talked about a land
that was home to neither of us, but which we
had grown to love. Since he had known
England longer, I asked him how it had
changed. He smiled and replied, “I asked an
English friend that recently. He said,
‘We’ve lost an empire, but we’ve become a
lot nicer.’”
There was a
similarity between what England and I faced.
We both lost what seemed to us like
everything. Yet, as I learned that summer,
it’s not what happens that counts, it’s the
love with which you and loved ones face it.
The deaths of my mother, my grandmother and,
unexpectedly, my grandfather – within a few
months – hurt deeply. They hurt still. But
there was a deepened discovery, by our
family, of the love that sustained us and
the departed loved ones we will see again:
the love of God who may not spare us loss,
as Jesus was not spared, but whose Undying
Love is with us.
God,
whatever we lose, You stand with us. And if
we stand with You, we grow closer to Christ,
who gave up everything in His death – and
received everything when You raised Him. It
is frightening to face loss, but You are
stronger than fear. Never leave us. Stay
with us through all our fear, all our pain.