It goes without saying that Christmas this year was pretty underwhelming. The holiday wasn’t as festive, and it’s most likely that many innocent lives have been lost the past few weeks. I have often been numb to tragedies previously because of how frequent these events happen. This is only presumptuous cynicism on my part, but I’ve now learned to value each individual life as if it is my own. The Newtown tragedy hurt, because I was once an elementary kid. The past 10 years have been fruitful and have taught me a lot, but I still have many more years to give back to God. Those kids lost a chance to really fulfill their potential and offer change to the world. For that, my condolences go out to their families.
Today, I lost my grandmother. It was really unexpected and abrupt. I am only upset because I prayed for my dad to reach the hospital in time to see her, but I guessed God found it best to call her up right when he landed. Either way, I can’t help but to reflect the time I spent with my grandparents in India, and the number of phone calls I made to her when coming home for the weekends. I would wake up at 5 am in the morning in Kerala to the sound of gospel songs, new testament passages, and unwavering prayers that both grandparents would practice so consistently. Even though I was annoyed, I began to value the discipline in her prayer. Prayer had driven their marriage for 70 years, and provided the vigor for them to carry out their daily routine activities.This is a huge encouragement to me, because it puts into perspective my complaints and wants, and has helped me to recognize that my communication with God should maintain a priority over anything else. The weekends I would come down from Austin, both parents would make me to talk to her, and I couldn’t find anything new to say other than ask her how she was, what my grandfather was doing, and if she would continue to pray for my studies. She was 86, and was the breadwinner of the house. I will surely miss her. I am not in grief, but can’t help but to marvel at how much her body has serviced her. Trillions and trillions of cells served a unique function for various organs of her body. Each cell served as a capacitor, storing charges in order to move muscles or create energy. The optics of her eyes helped to converge electromagnetic waves to create an image. For 86 years, she was able to utilize the greatest machine that God foresaw, and she used it to teach and achieve good. I am thankful for that.
I woke up Christmas morning, realizing that our Savior was born to save us. He surely was the wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, and Prince of Peace. It cannot be reiterated enough, but I have been blessed beyond measure. The people I have met in my life are wonderful, the experiences are worthwhile, and the lessons are priceless. I pray that this season brings comfort and joy to all of you. Make it a priority to thank and to acknowledge the people around you. Our children, our parents, grandparents, friends, and family.
P.S. I’m in the middle of ‘A Grief Observed’ by C.S. Lewis. If I had the intellect of that man…