Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose
Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose
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True poetry. Wounds for worship. Thank you.
Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things - and the things that are not - to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before Him. It is because of Him you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us from God - that is, our righteousness, holiness, and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: Let the one who boasts in the Lord.
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I’m not sure if you’re familiar with the Chicken Soup series, but many of the books released target a variety of demographics(?). I remember receiving the Kid’s version from my cousins when I was 8 years and in the 3rd grade. They were perfectly told anecdotes with cartoons and poems embedded within the pages. The sections were drawn up so that a kid in the third grade was able to easily understand the author’s point of view and could apply the lessons/morals in their life.
There was one section that I met with a lot of uneasiness and discomfort. On Death and Dying. The stories were told with such depth that a child would be so invested in the character only to find themselves grieving at the thought of inevitable loss. These stories continued for 15-20 pages, and were so heavy on the heart, that I feared to even run my fingers through those pages. Even though the authors kept in mind that children were reading these words, they were sure to ease in the lessons that should be taken away. I, however, couldn’t bring myself to accept these lessons and move on, because I was afraid of the swiftness of death and its (to us humans) arbitrary players.
For the past few weeks, I’ve had spiritual epiphanies about my relationship with the Holy One. There were many days in the past where I’d given into my temptations without hesitation; I called on the strength of God to deliver me, and I didn’t mean it. However, I have realized after some conversations and enduring the endless cycle of guilt that I cannot live my life as a leader and as a Christian, without understanding why He was so GRACIOUS to me. I can’t.
My heart truly hurts. I did not know Patrick Maruthmmotil, but his passion to glorify Heaven is one that I am very familiar with, and that’s brought me to tears. Honestly, I am upset with God, because I prayed today several times in the hope that the days coming provide peace, as I am too weak to carry the burden of my brother.
I’m immature in my understanding of death; it’s very childlike, and I am trying to make sense of what has happened. What really hurts is that someone that I knew or even I could be called up in an instant. My dilemma stems from a fear of painfully losing a life and not completely surrendering myself to Him.
I will continue to pray with hope that I may understand how the Gospel is too overwhelming for even death to swallow.
I lift up my brothers and sisters at St. Paul’s and the lives affected today. My words cannot bring lasting comfort, but my Father in Heaven can only provide peace and embrace the children who are grieving.
Father, hear our prayer and enable us to live our days as our last. Give us peace and please open our parents’, friends’, and my eyes to see Your Plan continue to remain supreme.
Romans 14:8 For if we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord. So then, whether we live or whether we die, we are the Lord’s.