it is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of every man; the living should take this to heart. — ecc. 7:2
there is a logic that doesn’t make sense. it’s the sacrifice and the embracing of the end of our lives as good. each day, each morning i wake to find that i rebel against what takes away. but knowing jesus has bound me and is bound to change all that.
look at all the gifts along the way. losing life makes a person matter. it makes someone else’s pain show up on your radar screen that you’d even care. otherwise why bother? don’t bring me down with all that. i don’t want to think about it.
oh bring us down lord. bring us so far down we might look around and see something outside of ourselves. we would be able to look and not take. we could see and say thank you.
115. that i need a good ten years or so for perspective.
116. abraham’s kindergarten artwork.
117. saying no.
118. location doesn’t equal friendship.
119. standing tall, shoulders back.
120. tolkein
121. that god has given some wisdom to these eyes.
122. cold night at the beach.
here’s to the day of your death being better than the day of your birth!
~z
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hey zena,
so strange how many days i’m thinking about things and then i go on your blog and find that you verbalize those thoughts so beautifully, much better than they were in my head.
i had this strange weekend with a friend giving birth, my brother in law getting married and then the funeral of a friend. and strangely the most powerful was the funeral for the same reasons you iterated. looking around the room and seeing that life’s impact and the perspective, well it was a raw reality. and the worship…one of total surrender to the tension of the mortal with the immortal.
anyway, that verse totally resonated with my day and i thank you friend.
mmm yes. amen. loved this post, zena.