Pat and I worshipped together at All Saints this morning. Emerson went with us, although he went to nursery. Pat received a complement from the nursery teacher, how Emerson actually played with toys rather than spending his time on an electronic device. For an opening hymn we sang Praise to The Lord, the Almighty and as we moved into the fourth verse sang, All that hath life and breath come now with praises before him! And I reflected again what strange, uncharted territory this process of being a person of faith and experiencing the raw reality of grief. A part of me was going through the motions; yet a part of me was in fact led into praise. Perhaps being present is itself an act of praise. After church, as we had coffee and greeted people I havent seen for several weeks, I experienced another strange reality of grieving. As one person shared his heartfelt sympathy I found myself receiving his love; but wanted the words to stop. And then in a moment I was talking with another and found myself feeling annoyed when he didnt mention Alexs death. Singing praises. Talking with friends. Healing. Yes, Let all who have life and breath come now with praises before him!
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 16:36:12 +0000
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