Kyrie Eleison is latin, meaning: “Lord, have mercy.”
So, I got up this morning with a few things that I wanted to get done today. I was preparing for an 11 o’clock appointment and was moving steadily around the house. About 10:30 or so, I grabbed my phone to check my messages. As I clicked away, I noticed that there were some emails that I had overlooked. I began skimming the titles and from whom they were sent. I noticed that there was a message from a friend of mine. The title read, “The dreaded messenger of death.” I opened the email in angst toward what I would read next. As I read the body of the email, its contents had me stunned. It told of the passing of one of our mutual friend’s son. After reading that, I had to sit down.
The news pounded me into a deep, pensive state. Suddenly, my errands didn’t matter as much, and all I could do was think. I thought, “God, what can I say about this? How can [my friend] get through this? This is something else.” I shook my head in disbelief. I instantly began to pray. I prayed for my friend’s strength, peace of mind and comfort for his heart. That’s all I had to give. Since then, I have tried to be as positive as I possibly can, finding it difficult. I want to call my friend to encourage him, but what would I say? This is a tough one for me, because it has become an assumption that children bury their parents. This young man was in his prime (20, I think) and his father must now have the overwhelming task of laying him to rest. Wow. Lord, have mercy, indeed.
I can remember a time when my friend and I entered a conversation about my faith. He started to ask questions, but we were interrupted. I want the opportunity to explore this curiosity. When I was in my dark season, I had my faith to pull me through (especially on those days when living was a daily, deliberate choice). What does he [friend] have to pull him through? I don’t know, but I’ve added him to my prayer list, that’s for sure. God knows what he’s doing, and I won’t understand such occurrences on this side of life.
It isn’t often that I speak directly of my faith in God, but such a time warrants it. My faith is all that I have. Being a creature of habit, I tend to “stick” with things that have proven themselves to work over and over again. I can dig it.
Until next time: Love & Peace