The leaving has drawn to an end. The last number of weeks have been a time of saying good-bye. Saying goodbye has been as varied as the people and the relationship we share. For some it is just a handshake, for others it is over a meal and for others it is with hug or an embrace that we did not want to end. For most, the tears were present, either suppressed under the surface or gushing out with no chance of being subdued.
For the most part the tears were a gauge of the closeness or the intimacy of a relationship, but other factors also played in: the time of the day, the length of separation or the emotional state at the given time; but most often the tears flowed when saying goodbye was hardest. The gospels describes how Jesus cried “My God, my God – why have you forsaken me?” – I wonder if God had to turn his face when he saw the vicious death which was being inflicted on his Son – maybe if he stayed and watched he would have intervened and destroyed humanity – instead he tuned his face and said goodbye to his only son. As sure as the tears flowed when I said goodbye to my only son, I am sure that the tears flowed without restraint in heaven that day when God turned his face from his son. – HJK
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