Laughter sounds the same in every language.
I like to compare God’s love to the sunrise. That sun shows up every morning, no matter how bad you’ve been the night before. It shines without judgment. It never withholds. It warms the sinners, the saints, the druggies, the cheerleaders—the saved and the heathens alike. You can hide from the sun, but it won’t take that personally. It’ll never, ever punish you for hiding. You can stay in the dark for years or decades, and when you finally step outside, it’ll be there. It was there the whole time, shining and shining. It’ll still be there, steady and bright as ever, just waiting for you to notice, to come out, to be warmed. All those years, I thought of God and light and the sun as judgmental, but they weren’t. The sunrise was my daily invitation from God to come back to life.
(noun) An untranslatable Japanese word, meaning an awareness and appreciation of the ephemeral beauty of the world. The seasons change, the cherry blossom gently falls, the crops are planted, grow, and die. Aware is that poignant sensation one has of time passing, of the inevitable cycle of life and death. From the noun comes the idiom mono-no-aware. Roughly translated as “enjoying the sadness of life,” it’s that bittersweet, vaguely poetic feeling you get around dusk, on a long train journey, looking out at the driving rain…a few autumn leaves clinging to your coat.
Aimer, c’est donner ce qu’on n’a pas à quelqu’un qui n’en veut pas.
God, there is so much sadness in this world. So much sorrow and hopelessness, the world has lost a light and we are all free falling. Like the silence of a song that is suddenly shut off, we sit in stillness and confusion. Lord, we need You, we need You to let us know that You are here. I wish I could heal the hurt, bring comfort to the wounded, and wipe away the tears of those who have lost. I am weak, I am not able to do this, and yet You never asked me to.
Take it, Lord, take it and bring only what You can bring; Yourself. Sweep through this place, let us know that we are not alone in the shadow lands, that Your hand is guiding those before us and those behind us. That we are not left to walk this path in total abandonment, because only one person did that, and now You know the path better than anyone. Let us learn to dance in the rain, to rejoice in the pain, and to realize that our journey is not weighed down in misery, but it is accompanied by grace. Lift our weary feet, reset our torn souls, and bring to us that love that binds all wounds.
You will wipe away all tears one day, but for now You lead us in our fear, and You let us know that we are with You through it all, even in the chaos of life, You are always there. Pick us up, Father, let us hear only the beat of Your heart, because I am tired of hearing the moans of my shattered soul; You are faithful, even in the pain, and You are present, even in the silence.