Baptist Hospital beckoned through the rear view mirror, calling to my heart left behind in room 6 of the CCU. Our friend and deacon lay dying, finally surrendering to the ravages of bone cancer. It was so hard to let him go.
As we drove down the highway, approaching storm clouds rose over the distant mountains. Fingers of dark clouds, made darker by the setting sun, laced their way through the evening sky. I noticed the heavens were alive with alternating layers of darkness and light. Pops of brilliant magenta, every now and again proclaimed God's glory...regardless of the storm. Pillars of rain-bands flowed from the darkest of the clouds, their columns of liquid grace scattered all about.
The radio interrupted my silent tears. MercyMe challenged my sorrow with their song, "The Hurt and the Healer", the lyrics stirring something deep within me:
"Here I am, what's left of me, where glory meets my suffering. I'm alive, even though a part of me has died. You take my heart and breathe it back to life when the hurt and the Healer collide."
"...where glory meets my suffering...when the hurt and the Healer collide."
I studied the evening sky as I pondered these lyrics. I saw the darkness, then the light overcome it. Again, the darkness slithered in but was overcome by the light. Repeatedly, the collision of light and darkness occurred. Randomly, magenta permeated the storm. I could clearly see the glory of God meeting the darkness of our suffering and infusing it with His Light. I thought of the shafts of rain beating down on the parched earth. They flowed from the darkest places of the storm. Just like God's grace.
My heart ached for our friend.
But my spirit rejoiced over the evidence of God's Presence in our darkest moments.
My heart lapped up the liquid grace poured out where glory met my suffering.
"But as for me, I would seek God, and to God I would commit my cause - Who does great things and unsearchable, marvelous things without number. He gives rain on the earth, and sends waters on the fields. He sets on high those who are lowly, and those who mourn are lifted to safety" ~ Job 5:8-11.
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Wow--what a beautiful perspective at such a difficult time. Thank you for the reminder that darkness and Light do collide, but we can always be confident in Who the ultimate Victor will be!
ReplyDeleteVonda, I was so moved by what God showed me in that stormy sky. It's a lesson I'll never forget.
DeleteLoved this post. It so closely matches my experience in Christ. It has always been out of my broken places that the abundance of our Savior's beauty has flowed. I have tasted and I've seen that Paul's words are true. When we are weak, He is strong in us and through us. Being weak, being low, staying humble, embracing the Cross, embracing the pain of losing which MUST come...
ReplyDeleteWe'd be robotic without affliction. We couldn't minister to hurting souls if we never felt hurt ourselves.
And there is so much pain in the world...
Hear what the Spirit is saying to us through our pain and the pain of those around us:
Ecclesiastes 7
2 Better to go to the house of mourning
Than to go to the house of feasting,
For that is the end of all men;
And the living will take it to heart.
3 Sorrow is better than laughter,
For by a sad countenance the heart is made better.
4 The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,
But the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.
Everyone wants to go to parties and have fun. But how many people are willing to stay with people who are dying, either physically or emotionally? How many willing to cry out for those who have no voice? I don't want to waste my life going after vain pursuits.
It's in the darkest places that the Light of the World will shine the most!!!
Amen Carina! Beautifully said. It's been in the difficult times that my eyes have been opened to see the very essence of God.
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