by Melissa Campbell
Who can understand the everlasting,
The going on from earth-bound to forever,
The breaking free from time and space?
And who can comprehend,
How the life in a seed so small,
Can yield itself in death,
To bring the greater glory?
Who understands the love of a Father,
Who considers suffering a badge of honor,
And gives His Son as sacrifice?
And how do we adjust,
To the inevitable, bitter-sweet release,
That comes too soon for some,
Snuffing rhythmic breath,
Cutting off all glory seen,
Replacing hopes and dreams,
With fading memories,
And raging grief?
And how do we explain,
The slow delay of healing,
The painful stretch of waiting,
A body once healthy, perfect,
Struggle to remain,
Knowing someday it will betray us,
And leave us gasping for breath?
Death leaves an empty place that no one can fill...
In the depth of our pain, He meets us.
When there seems to be no way, He moves us on.
In the darkness, He shines hope,
'Till we have nothing left but holding on.
God takes our senseless suffering,
The ugly mess of dying,
And makes something holy, beautiful,
Our God is a raging fire,
And He has given us the choice,
Will we shine like stars in the universe,
Or burn with eternal regret?
The answer lies in how we choose to live now.
Will we hold on to our lives,
Or lay them down,
As they were meant to be...
...holy given, little seeds?
Can we learn to let go,
And discover great grace,
More than enough to overcome,
To make it through,
To become the dream of God fulfilled...
...His Sons and Daughters,
Full of beauty, full of glory?
With Christ we can.
All He asks is that we dare to believe,
And look within,
Not to ourselves,
But to Him--the Beautiful One,
And our Hope of glory.
In the last month I saw a friend lose her strong, beloved dad to cancer, and I joined with a mom to grieve and celebrate a teenage son--a happy-go-lucky kid--who couldn't see the light, and believed a lie--that there was no way out but suicide . Today I feel the pain of my daughter's friend and team-mate as she buries her mom and best friend--so young and full of life--she was only 38, taken away abruptly in an ATV accident.
Death is all around us, and threatens to overwhelm us. But God is near. He sees. He knows. He cries our tears. He says that death will not be the end of us! And I believe it. There is greater glory in knowing Jesus Christ. The head of the enemy has been crushed beneath His feet, and ours as well. Death no longer has a hold on us. We are alive to God.
If you look closely, you will see many who have already begun to shine.
Photo Credit: flickr - Darren Shilson