21 April 2017
Holy Ground Reprise ~ Cracked Rear Vision
Greetings Dear Reader,
I know what the road is. I know what comprises the journey. As I look in the rear vision mirror I cannot help but see some of the pieces of me scattered along the way. As each moment slips into my cracked rear vision I see things given, discarded, and lost.
The things lost are beyond my control but some of them are things I would not have done. I would not have lost my Grandfather when I did. I still believe that family politics hastened his demise. His passing was the zenith of a dark age for me and some of that darkness still marks me. Still his departure was allowed and so part of the journey set before me.
A sister, a daughter, and some few friends completed their journey ahead of me as well. All of these moments leave me carrying less than I would. There are not even enough memories. Each step closer to home makes me yearn for that reunion. There are a few material things I would like to hold again but they are temporal and not significant to the journey.
There are things that I discarded for good reason and when their memory returns I review the lessons learned from leaving them behind. There are also things discarded that I would have again. None of them are possessions. They all involve people and situations. They are all too painful to illuminate.
I do not regret the things given. All of them will have their own part in bringing things back to good. Whether material, monetary, or time the investment in others is never wasted. From time to time I hear from former students of the way in which their time under my tutelage has aided them. This is so joyful. Nothing about having given to others is wasted or lost.
The primary thing about that rear vision mirror is that I must never look into it for too long a space. One cannot move forward accurately if his focus is on what is behind. Time spent on holy ground in the past should be remembered. I must, however, keep moving to the next bit of respite along the way.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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