Saturday, January 15, 2022


Friendships can be strange.  For a few short years – sometimes longer-  you are close friends with a person and then over the years you lose touch. Rarely does your old friend even come to mind.  Then you remember, your friend has an important birthday coming up and you begin to google to learn the new address. Then you find an obituary.

 

How could we have forgotten your friend for so long as not to know of the death?  Why did not someone from your friend’s family not contact you so you would learn of the death, the memorial service?  How could we have stayed out of touch so long?

 

Mourning the death of a friend who died a while ago is a strange emotional experience because there’s no community to share in your grief. Grieving in solitude is difficult; in fact, it’s downright miserable because your friends will ask: how could you not have known?  It’s the question I ask myself.

 

Prayer for the Day

 

Light of our souls, help us cast away the darkness                 
    That holds us and contains us in its prison;                       
More than knowledge of the mind, we seek wisdom of the spirit,
    That frees us from our past and moves us into the future.         
Illumine us with your presence and shape our response           
     So we live the radical equality of the Gospel preached.            
In the name of the One who is your Gospel,            
    Even Christ Jesus our Lord.

 

Thoughts for the Day

 

We all lose friends. We lose them in death, to distance, and over time. But even though they may be lost, hope is not.
          - Amy Marie Walz, American writer.

 

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

          - William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v, Sc. 1

 

Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry come to you.
   Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me; answer me speedily in the day when I call.
   For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass; I am too wasted to eat my bread.
   Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my skin.
I am like an owl of the wilderness, like a little owl of the waste places.
   I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
    Psalm 102: 1-7