A friend told me yesterday that I needed to take some time to slow down and grieve for all of the things that are needing grieving. My first thought was “what?” My second thought was “oh, yeah. That stuff.”
In what seemed unrelated at the time but later turned out to be very related, I ended up at the blog of an old professor. I only had him for a couple of classes, but I’d say he was one of my two favourite profs, if not my hands-down favourite. I’ve since read many of his books and am looking forward to getting more of them for like my birthday or something. (ahem.)
Before I knew it I found myself lost in the Bible, and it reminded me of just how much I absolutely love it. There’s something about studying it in depth that brings a unique solace.
I’m not even talking about those Greatest Hits In Times Of Trouble passages in Psalms and 1Peter and The Revalation. I’m talking about Judges and Ezra, Chronicles and Genesis. Pretty much all of it has me in a sort of inspired and comforting place. I feel as though I’ve been paging through old photo albums of family functions and holidays, but instead of Tommy eating potting soil or my siblings in lederhosen the pictures are of God and the other people in God’s family.
It was an odd sort of grieving ritual, but in the end I found it extremely comforting. I felt wrapped in the blanket of The God Who Is There.