My Cup Runs Over

Psalm 23:5 

New King James Version

5 .   .   .  My cup runs over.

 

David’s psalm has become one of the most quoted biblical passages. I always enjoy exploring the details of such passages. Finding not so obvious meanings embedded in the fine points of the text fascinates me. “My cup runs over” begs exploration.

What does it take for someone to proclaim, “My cup runs over”? In the context of David’s life, he must have recognized that God had given him more than he asked for and maybe more that he thought he needed. David suffered with many enemies. He relied on God for guidance and strength. Experience revealed to David that God not only heard him but responded to him in a generous and even lavish way.

What about me? Can I say that “my cup runs over”?

Life has taught me that without doubt or question, when considering my reliance on my God, my cup runs over day after day. This recognition prompts and even compels profound gratitude. Imagine asking for what I think I need and God providing more. The more He provides is what our omniscience God knows what I really need in the moment. From my perspective, my cup just ran over. I got more than I asked for. What a God!

When I see how God loves me, despite my weaknesses and failings, gratitude in the extreme brings joy untold.

But just how and when does “my cup run over”?

I am driving to a funeral service. I stop at a traffic light. No cars in front of me, a small line of cars to my right. I seldom if ever check my rearview mirror while awaiting a light to change. But suddenly, I feel the urge to peer into the mirror. I see a car racing toward me at a speed and distance that tells me it’s never going to be able to stop. I glance both ways and floor the accelerator storming through the red light.  Another glance at the mirror reveals that car screaming through the intersection with smoke billowing from all four tires as the driver attempts to stop. My cup ran over big time. How could I not profusely thank my God for what just happened. I didn’t ask for that. But God provided just when He knew I needed it.

I am at an intersection about to make a right turn. Looking to my left to see a break in the traffic so I can execute my turn. When the break comes I hit the brakes hard instead of the accelerator. I look to my right and there is a pedestrian walking in front of the car. Had I hit the accelerator, I would have hit him and possibly killed him. Again, God caused my cup to run over. I didn’t ask, but He provided.

My book, Solomon’s Recipe, documents many of “my cup runs over” experiences.

What are your “my cup runs over” experiences? Search them and experience the profound gratitude that fills your soul.

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TURNING POINT

The important recognition that God’s love is so deep for me that He causes my cup to runover at the precise moment it is needed is my turning point. God listens to me and adds His wisdom to His answers to bless me. Authentic gratitude springs forth from such recognition.

Baby Conrad – Garden of Innocence

When we got the message that a baby boy was coming to Garden of Innocence, all our volunteers and coordinators went into action fulfilling their normal assigned tasks. Arrangements were made to pick up the baby, a date for the service was set, a mortuary was arranged to hold him till the service, he was assigned a name, a poem was written, the Knights of Columbus were notified, and all other aspects were performed. A guest minister was scheduled, as well as musicians and everything was set. The baby was named Conrad.

The Friday night before the service I went to bed around eleven o’clock. Lying there I heard my phone ring. “Hello, this is Allan.”

“Hi Allan, this is Rick. I have bad news. I just got a call from the guest minister. He’s in Chicago and his flight was cancelled and he will not make it to the service tomorrow.”

I said, “Rick, don’t worry, I have this covered. I will see you tomorrow.”

I lay there and prayed, “Dear Heavenly Father, You know what needs to be done for Baby Conrad. Please bless me and guide me and enable me to provide a service for this baby tomorrow. Thank you in advance. Amen!”

In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened with the thought of the words from Isaiah 55, My thoughts are not your thoughts saith the Lord!

I said to myself, “Okay, that’s the text for the service tomorrow” and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and headed straight to my computer where I went to my on-line bible to extract Isaiah 55; 6 & 8-9 (NKJV) Seek the Lord while He may be found, Call upon Him while He is near. “For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways,
And My thoughts than your thoughts.

I prayed a prayer of thanksgiving and asked for some elaboration on this scripture. I was inspired to look up the meaning of the name Conrad.

I found that Conrad meant Bold & Wise Counselor. “Wow!” I thought, “What bold wisdom has Conrad about to pass on to me?”

I pondered, what does this mean relative to this scriptural statement?

I was taken back to previous services at Garden of Innocence and recalled the conversations I overheard. Things like, “Oh, he’s now an Angel” or “Now she can play on a swing” or “Now he can fly a kite!” And many more of these thoughts were expressed.

I wondered why do we have these thoughts? We like to think of Conrad as an angel, but why? We are comforted by them as we think of an angel with all its angelic characteristics. We like to think he is playing about as he would have had he lived, but why? It is comforting to think this, its familiar to us. We like to think they are well behaved, obedient, “angelic”, that makes us feel good.

I thought these are nice feelings to have but wait, God’s thoughts are higher than these. What would His thoughts be that would be higher?

What are angels, really? There are created by God to serve Him and those He loves. He gave them extraordinary characteristics and power to fulfill that purpose. What is Baby Conrad and all the other babies in our Garden? Angels? But wait, he and all the babies are Children of God and hence much higher than angels.

Imagine now the higher thoughts and ways of God. How does He see Conrad? Not as an angel but as His Child! A Child of God has different characteristics than angels

What do you think God had in mind when Jesus said:

Matthew 18:2-5 (NKJV) Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me.

So, what characteristics does God see? What is He looking for that is so much higher than ours?

Humble, trusting, accepting of God’s love.

There is one profound difference that Conrad and all our babies have from all the other abandoned babies who have died. These countless souls never had someone to love them. They have no knowledge of God and His love. Who can reach them when all they know is rejections and abandonment? But Conrad and all our babies who also suffered abandonment are different because of your love for them. When we held Conrad in our arms and loved him, we conveyed the Love of God that we share to him. By that act of love, Conrad has now known the love of God.

In these higher perspectives of God, Conrad has become a real treasure, because God now has another messenger to join those who preceded him in the Garden here. What is Conrad’s message? Who does he speak to? I propose to you that they are all who have never felt the love of God through their parents, through those who were meant to love them.

My closing words of the sermon were: Rejoice my friends, you have been today for Conrad the love of God. You held him in your arms, you prayed for his soul, you loved him, and he has loved you. Let us praise our God for giving us this extraordinary opportunity to advance the Garden’s army of babies as they do the great work of proving the love of God to the uncountable multitude of souls that have passed on from this life without ever feeling such love.

TURNING POINT:

This experience taught me that when there is a spiritual need and God calls for someone to step up and step in, He will provide exactly what is needed. Trusting Him give courage to overcome any fear of inadequacy and the resulting experience deepen faith and joy in serving. The perspective from this experience shows the great love that God has for those who departed this life under very terrible  conditions, and was highlighted by Jesus visit to those departed who were disobedient in Noah’s time.

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THE GREAT REQUIREMENT

The great question: What does God expect of me?

Micah 6:8 The Message
8 But he’s already made it plain how to live, what to do,
what GOD is looking for in men and women.
It’s quite simple: Do what is fair and just to your neighbor,
be compassionate and loyal in your love,
And don’t take yourself too seriously—
take God seriously.

Micah 6:8 New King James Version
8 He has shown you, O man, what is good;
And what does the LORD require of you
But to do justly,
To love [a]mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God?

Charles Spurgeon was a 19th century preacher with gifted insight and talent for expressing spiritual thought in words that prick the heart and soul. Here are his notes on the Great Requirement from the Spurgeon Study Bible.

Walking with God denotes an active habit, a communion in the common movements of the day. Some bow humbly before God In The Hour of Prayer, others sit humbly in His presence at the time of meditation and others work themselves up to draw near to God in seasons of religious excitement; but all these fall short of Walking with God. Walking is a common pace and ordinary rate of progress and it does not seem to require great effort. But then it is a practical working pace, a rate at which one can continue on and on and make a Day’s Journey by the time the sun is down. So walking with God means being with God always. Being with him in common things; being with him on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, as well as on the Sabbath. It means being with Him in the shop, with Him in the kitchen, with Him in the field feeling His presence in buying and selling and weighing and measuring, in plowing and reaping doing as for the Lord the most common acts of life. Then comes in the qualifying word of “humbly”. When our walk with God is closest and clearest, we must be overwhelmed with adoring Wonder at the condescension that permits us to think of speaking with the Eternal One. To this reverence must be added as a constant sense of dependence, walking humbly with God in the sense of daily drawing all supplies from Him and gratefully admitting that it is so. We are never to indulge a thought of independence from God as if we were anything or could do anything apart from Him. Walking humbly with God involves a profound respect for His will and a glad submission to it, yielding both active obedience and passive submission. Humble walking with God cries undercutting afflictions, “It is the Lord let Him do what seems good to Him.” When the Lord bids me serve Him I must plead for Grace to run in the ways of his Commandments and when the Lord chastens me I must beg for patience to endure His appointments. Walking humbly with God implies all this and much more. May the Holy Spirit teach us what a broken and contrite spirit means and keep us always low before the Lord. The practical result of all of this inward humbling will be an acting toward others and a moving in all matters as under the influence of a humble spirit.

I trust this inspires thoughts that are of value to you in your quest to master discipleship in Jesus Christ.

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“I Have Prayed for You”

Luke 22:31-32 (NKJV) Jesus Predicts Peter’s Denial
31 And the Lord said, “Simon, Simon! Indeed, Satan has asked for you, that he may sift you as wheat. 32 But I have prayed for you, that your faith should not fail; and when you have returned to Me, strengthen your brethren.”

I have found this brief bible passage of a statement of Jesus to be very profound. I have searched it for many months and each time I visit it, I see something new and revealing. I offer here some of these discoveries.

• “Simon, Simon! I see in this urgent call to the disciple the authentic love that Jesus had for his disciple. Peter was quite a character. His enthusiasm often pushed his statements into a troubling position. In fact, at one-point Jesus said to him, “Get behind Me, Satan” (Matthew 16:23 (NKJV) 23 But He turned and said to Peter, “Get behind Me, Satan! You are [a]an offense to Me, for you are not mindful of the things of God, but the things of men.”) Peter didn’t take offense like others might, but Peter didn’t learn his lesson. Many time later Peter stepped on his toes by his fiery persona. Still Jesus knew Peter’s heart and loved him all the more.
• “… Satan has asked for you, that he may sift you as wheat.” Jesus love for Peter is evident in His pointed warning to Peter that Satan was targeting him. But as we know, Peter’s belief in himself rejected the warning. Nevertheless, Jesus love for him continued. Surely Jesus knew His words were falling on a closed mind.
• “But . .” I recall reading where an author proposed that “but’ stands for “Behold the Underlying Truth”. Despite surely knowing Peter’s rejection of the warning, Jesus wanted to equip His beloved disciple with an assurance, a measure of strength to sustain him in what was to follow.
• “. . . I have prayed for you,” Jesus in His great love for Peter, tells him that He has prayed for him. This revelation I have taken personally, and I hope you will as well. Since Jesus has a great and perfect love for Peter, despite Peter’s foibles, it caused Him to pray for him. I believe Jesus prays for me, despite my weakness and foibles. I passionately believe that Jesus loves me and cares for me to the point that He prays for me as He did for Peter. Most importantly, not only for me for all that He loves.
• “. . that your faith should not fail;” I find it telling that Jesus prayed for the resiliency of Peter’s faith. That underlines the importance of our faith that provides a deep and authentic trust in God. It is a powerful understanding that Jesus saw Peter’s faith as the most significant target of His prayer. Notice He didn’t pray that Peter’s struggle with Satan’s testing would be removed, but rather that Peter’s faith would withstand that test.
• “. . and when you have returned to Me,” Here Jesus reveals His confidence in the answer to His prayer that Peter’s faith would win the battle. Note that He used “when” not “if” as evidence of that confidence. Jesus is convinced that Peter would return as the victor. Can you imagine how Jesus must be confident that His prayer for you and me, that our faith will not fail, will have the same outcome for you and me as it did for Peter?
• “. . . strengthen your brethren.” Again, the great confidence that Jesus has in His prayers is magnified in this last statement as He bids Peter to use his trial and the victory to be a blessing for his brothers, his fellow disciples. This is a call to you and me, to share how the prayers of Jesus on our behalf have wrought countless blessings and the ensuing victory over the Evil One in our life of faith.

I hope that my sharing this insight into the depth of this experience with Jesus will inspire you to further plumb this Word of Jesus to see what richness awaits your inquiring of the Holy Spirit. Surely He will customize further revelations to suit your personal life with Him.

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The “CORRIDOR”

Matthew 7:13-14 (NKJV) The Narrow Way
“Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it.”

Our congregation’s priest was being retired and there were no possible replacements that we saw on the horizon. Then, God who works many a blessed surprise “brought” a servant from Germany along with his family to our community. He was being assigned for two years by his employer. He became our priest and served us with love and joy.

Early in his time with us, he confided in me that he was concerned about his lack of English vocabulary and hoped that he would not make a mistake in language that would offend someone in the congregation.

I assured him that the Holy Spirit would guide him through every service but if he had any reservations, I offered my help with words. After all, he understood that words can have multiple meanings and can easily be misinterpreted.

Each Sunday morning I prayed for him specifically for his serving, knowing his concerns regarding his choice of words.

As the sermon unfolded, I sensed our priest leading up to the Bible passage above regarding the “narrow way” that leads to life. But as the words flowed, instead of using the word “narrow” he used the word “corridor”. My heart leapt as I took in that word in the context of the biblical passage. I was mesmerized by a whole new perspective on that passage. A passage I had used many times in my own years of serving sermons at the altar. Now in my mid-seventies, God speaks a whole new way to see that age-old passage.

In my business as an engineer, our company serves primarily hospitals and schools. We take their old threadbare drawings and convert them into computerized electronic drawings. These drawings for both schools and hospitals have countless corridors on their drawings of floor plans. These corridors gave a new view of the “narrow way”.

The term “narrow way” implies a restriction, a limitation on one’s freedom; an assault on our ability to go where we want to go and a real inconvenience. Such negative feels are highlighted in the bible passage that indicates that the more popular way is the wide one.

As I considered the opportunities offered by the concept of corridors, I realized the following observations.

In a school setting the corridors lead to numerous classrooms. Each offering a differing set of knowledge and teachings. Laboratories offer an opportunity to learn by means of experimentation. Seeing firsthand how one thing leads to another.

Another room teaches geography wherein we learn about places far different from our own local experience. Each room offers new opportunity to grow in wisdom and understanding.

In the hospital setting, corridors lead to rooms where illnesses are diagnosed, where equipment is available to see beyond the human eye, and where there are instruments that reveal symptoms of serious illness. Still other rooms are there for surgery, recovery, rehabilitation, and therapeutic equipment.

I invite you my readers, to customize these seedling thoughts of mine to expand how the “corridor” perspective can illuminate the ‘narrow ways’ that you experience in your life. I see a whole plethora of spiritual views hereto for unexplored. I wonder what fascinating revelations our God will open to you.

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Grieving IV

Since I started writing about grieving, I have been finding very powerful and new to me information on how to master the art of grieving. As noted before, grieving is a very personal journey, none are like any other because the relationship between two people is unique. The deeply personal experiences can never be fully appreciated by anyone else, no matter how one might try. It is best to accept that and find peace, comfort and even joy in maintaining a connection with a loved one who has passed on. My previous writings on this subject provide a plethora of different ways to perceive one’s grieving. It is like looking through a prism and seeing a wealth of opportunity from what was invisible before we peered through such a looking glass. 

Here is yet another perspective that I will be adding to as new visions find their way into my life. I gave this a title, and without a known author, I will offer it as from Anonymous.

WISDOM FOUND

I had my own notion of grief.
I thought it was a sad time
that followed the death of
someone you love.
And you had to push through it
to get to the other side.
But I’m learning there is no other side.
There is no pushing through.
But rather,
there is absorption.
Adjustment.
Acceptance.
And grief is not something you complete,
but rather, you endure.
Grief is not a task to finish
And move on,
But an element of yourself –

– Anonymous

 

 

Grieving III

As life experiences unfold before my eyes each day, and as dear friends pass on, my learning more and more the fine art of grieving continues to present new ways to experience this most inescapable and profound emotional and spiritual personal perspective. Since the passing on of someone who meant the world to us is uniquely individualistic, I find that the more ways to view such can enable more and more souls to find a measure of comfort in one or more perspectives I have inserted into my grieving posts. Hence, I have become sensitized and watchful for any new visions, thoughts or words that may be helpful to those who might read my posts.

Recently and unexpectedly, a dear friend showed me a poem by Henry Van Dyke that spoke to me and perchance it may also touch your grieving heart and provide a measure of comfort. For me the maritime theme/metaphor connected me to the calming that the eternal endlessness and constancy of the sea has always provided.

I call this poem “GONE?” as the author (or my source) had no title:

GONE?

I am standing upon the seashore. 
A ship at my side spreads her white sails
to the morning breeze and
starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky
come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: 
“There, she’s gone!”

“Gone where?”

Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear the load
of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says:
“There, she’s gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:

“Here she comes!”

And that is dying . . . 

-Henry Van Dyke

And till at last we meet again . . . 

Grieving II

New perspectives on the process of grieving continue to surface even as I continue my personal journey through grief. Recently I came across this image of a statue created by Albert György.


The artwork is called Melancholy by Albert György and is on display in Geneva, Switzerland) Read more about the piece and artist here: https://totallybuffalo.com/a-sculpture-that-creates-intense-emotion/

This sculpture profoundly depicts the feeling of emptiness when someone huge in our life dies. The apparent loss is so big, it leaves a sense of emptiness that defies description. I have known that feeling. But I have also learned how to fill that empty whole in my being. It is that knowledge that I hope to convey and share with you my readers. It is my sincere hope, that with my experience, you can find some measure of comfort and some path for filling the emptiness in your heart from your loss.

The first step I have found is to develop a firm belief in the afterlife. This is essential to form a bedrock of hope that the painful separation is not eternal. On this corner stone, a structure can be built with the capacity to provide an authentic comfort in grieving. In fact, it can lead to a depth of appreciation for grief itself.

Once you can extricate yourself from the sadness associated with the painful feeling for the soul deceased, you can begin to work on your feelings of loss and the emptiness that follows.

The next step is to reshape your perspective. I discovered this when a grieving father gave his eulogy for his teenage daughter who had died. He eloquently shared all the things his daughter “passed on” to him that he treasured. He explained that seeing death as “passing on” instead of “passing away” provides a different perspective. I found this to be profound.

Exploring this new perspective, I realized that the “passing away” view produced an implication of the person leaving you, and progressively moving further away each day. Such a view deepens one’s sense of loss. On the contrary, the “passing on” view opens the way to focus on all the wonderfully valuable assets the deceased gave you in life, thereby keeping them close and “alive” in your life.

This is where “prism viewing” comes into the process. Simply stated, prism viewing means looking at life through a specific prism, as with physical prism that reveals the beautiful colors that compose white, invisible light. When I choose to view my loss through the prism of “passing away”, I will see all the reasons why I am losing that person and it intensifies my emptiness. But if I choose the prism of “passing on”, I see and remember all the precious treasured gifts that life with that person gave to me. The emptiness begins to be filled with those treasures. Emptiness is relieved and joy can fill the void.

Every person in your life that precedes you in death, has left you with treasured experiences and memories. Prism viewing helps you remember them. These have been termed “collateral beauty”. A movie of the same name provided a fascinating perspective on this aspect of loss.

I found however, that the most potent positive vision of grieving is what I gleaned from a television show. The show is a drama that takes place in a fictitious hospital emergency room. Code Black is the term for a situation when an emergency room is overwhelmed with critical patients. The resources of equipment and personnel have become insufficient to handle the circumstances.

In one episode, the ER’s lead doctor is speaking to a patient who is not severely injured. He is a psychologist. The doctor is grieving continually for years since a car accident took the lives of her two children.  The patient, with his extensive training and experiences sees her grieving heart. He offers to help her, but she adamantly refuses his offer to help her overcome her grief. She tells him why.

“My grieving is for me the profound evidence that I have deeply loved, and I have been deeply loved. No one will ever take that precious gift away from me. Never.”

That statement opened a very interesting viewpoint for me. It prompted many hours of meditation and deliberation. I concluded, that there was much truth in the following statement.

This love that you shared with the person who passed on does not have the capacity to die. It lives on and there is a place for it to go. It is shared with that person every moment you recall the treasures you shared in life. It revives that feeling of friendship and love that made your life together so special, so important, so blessed.

The love of grief has the power to fill the emptiness and help looking forward to newly resurrected memories from a life well lived and a love deeply shared.

To my readers, I hope these thoughts can help you fill that empty space you feel. I pray that God will open your memories and reveal the many forgotten treasures your loved on passed on to you.

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Grieving

The great inevitable in life is the experience of losing someone you have deeply loved. Sooner or later, this event enters our life. It is feared and dreaded by most because it is so final. When it suddenly or slowly becomes our reality, it brings with it intense pain and suffering. So much so that it has the potential to be utterly debilitating. The action that follows is our grieving.

Grieving can take on many forms. Crying, withdrawing, anger, resentment, and many more forms too numerous to mention. But what I have discovered in my life of grieving is that despite the utter sense of devastating personal loss, there can be a shining light of hope and comfort. It is that light and the comfort it brings that I want to share with my readers.

Years ago, I read a book entitled “Man’s Search for Meaning” by Victor E. Frankl. As a psychiatrist thrust into the hell of Auschwitz concentration camp in World War II, Frankl found himself positioned in a unique moment in time for observation. He discovered that if a person can find meaning in the circumstances they are in, no matter how horrid, they can and will survive. Meaning provides a means to find that light beam of hope that comforts the grieving heart.

I began my “search for meaning” of the grief that grips my heart and mind with an interesting note that was recently posted on social media. I found this to be a good starting point in my search.


So, grief is really our love. The love we shared with the one whose death has instigated this grieving was the evidence that we loved and were loved. This is quite profound. I once watched a television show that was based on an extraordinarily busy emergency room in a large city. The head doctor was speaking to a patient who perceived the doctor’s underlying grieving. He wanted to help the doctor and in his thoughts, remove the grieving. Her response was epic.

She said, “I never want to escape my grieving because it is a constant reminder that I have deeply loved, and I have been deeply loved. No, I will never let my grieving go.”

Hearing that was very touching to me. I stopped the recording, back tracked, and replayed it repeatedly. It spoke to me, and added value and understanding to my own grieving. This led me to another statement of grief.

For me, I took issue with one part of this statement. For me, when I came to embrace my grief, like that doctor, it is a place I wanted to stay. Because now my grief no longer brought those negatives of withdrawal, anger, etc. Now my grief was that constant reminder of the treasure of loving and being loved by someone very special and important to me.

So how could I go about cementing the positives of grief into my soul? I was invited to the funeral of a young girl I did not know. I knew her mother, and other relatives. I attended the funeral and found a real treasure for perceiving my grief. The father of the deceased teenager spoke and as a preamble to his eulogy he said, “When someone dies, people say that they “passed away.” Where I come from however, people say that they “passed on” and I want to share with you what my daughter “passed on” to me!”

His statement struck a tender chord in my soul. It burrowed deep into my heart as this grieving father eloquently spoke of all the gifts his daughter gave him during their short life together. Following the funeral, I pondered this perspective for days. I began to realize that this was a critical component of embracing the blessing of grieving. I thought of the motto of Garden of Innocence, “If no one grieves, no one will remember.”  I realized that focusing on what my dear one passed on to me I had a bridge for keeping them alive in my memory. Never forgotten, they continued to give me what they so graciously bestowed upon me in life.

Further consideration of this “passing on” vision brought the thought that “passing away” implies that our loved one was moving away from us, farther and farther away each day. But “passing on” implies a continuation of their presence in my life, a living relationship as I named the gifts they gave me. This evoked a sense of comfort amid my grief.

Grieving was not a constant feeling I discovered. Rather it was like the ocean, it came in waves. And the intensity varied, triggered by special moments and events in history. A birthday, an anniversary, a graduation, a marriage along with many other moments triggered the sense of loss. Like waves at the beach, if you are not looking for them they will knock you off your feet, tumble you under the water and fill your pants with sand. If you have ever experienced that you’ll know how miserable it can make you. So, what are we to do? There is a solution that I have found that works for me. I call it “Prism Vision”.

Simply put, prism vision is looking at circumstances in life through a prism that, under your control determines what you see. When I found myself unprepared for the waves of grief, I chose to peer through the prism of “Collateral Beauty”.  “How does that work?” you ask?

A prism has the characteristic of taking white, invisible light and, as it passes through the prism, breaks it up into all its component colors. In other words, it reveals what hereto for was hidden, invisible. So when I used the prism of collateral beauty, in the sudden onslaught of unexpected intense grief, it revealed the hidden beauty of the relationship I enjoyed with the one who passed on.

Allow me to give an example too illustrate just how this works.

I was drowned in work and activities during an extraordinarily busy week. The many things and events that filled my week consumed my undivided attention. I had little time to think of anything else but what was on my plate that week. Sunday arrived and my wife and I headed off to church. When I arrived, I looked at my phone to turn it off and suddenly realized it was the anniversary of the passing on of a very special friend, one who means so much to me. A tidal wave of grief crashed over me. I fought to hold back tears as deep feelings squeezed my inner parts and a huge lump found its way into my throat evoking pain. I felt empty with every part of me aching.

Then I peered through my collateral beauty prism and bigger waves of remembered special moments shared with my friend loomed immense before me. So big were these visions that they overwhelmed the waves of sadness and pain. They buoyed me up and lifted my soul out of darkened depths. Immediately I decided on a course of action for that day. I wanted a quieter time to reflect, to connect with all the beautiful moments shared with my friend.

The sermon at church offered more triggers of the beauty of my connection with my friend. After I returned home, I put my plan into action. I went to the Garden of Innocence where abandoned babies are given a name and laid to rest. Some months prior, I had named a baby in honor of my friend. I thought, “What better place to go to meditate than in the beauty of this Garden and see how God would help me use my prism.”

I arrived at the cemetery early in the afternoon and proceeded to walk up the hill toward the Garden. The warmth of the sun blanketed my back on the journey upward. Birds sang their sweet melodies and a gentle breeze wafted through the trees. As I walked I found myself in deep thought wrapped in anticipation for what was to come. Again, my thoughts went to my friend who loved butterflies. At least one black and yellow butterfly almost always visited us in the Garden when we had a burial ceremony.

I wondered, “Wouldn’t it be nice if when I reach the Garden, I would find many butterflies flitting about? Surely my friend would be happy at such a sight.”

As I continued my walk, I thought again, “What would really be extraordinary to find a butterfly landing on the grave stone of the baby I named in honor of my dear friend!”

What were the chances, considering that butterflies rarely landed on the ground and there were over a hundred seventy grave stones in the Garden?


I arrived at the entry to the Garden of Innocence and my heart was overwhelmed as I was greeted by what must have been a couple dozen butterflies dancing in the air above gravestones. I was moved to start my phone and activate the camera. I pushed the movie button to catch the many butterflies that filled the air. To my utter surprise, as I panned around, my eye and camera caught a butterfly zoom in on the very gravestone of my special baby. As I walked filming this extraordinary moment I caught the butterfly sitting on the gravestone slowly opening and closing its wings. After a few moments it lifted off and continued to fly around the Garden.

I was overwhelmed with joy and thanked God for giving me such a glimpse of collateral beauty with my precious friend. The pain of grief melted away as I basked in the joy of the moments that followed. This profound connection with my loved one continued to bring joy and comfort to my soul.

It is my hope that sharing these thoughts will help my readers suffering from grief and loss to find their own prisms to reveal the hidden collateral beauty they share with those who have passed on.

NOTE: The video of the butterfly landing on the gravestone can be viewed using this link: http://www.dropbox.com/s/3imdicpiepafazd/20160807_220021_66160173695203.mp4?dl=0

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Collateral Beauty

Introduction

The dictionary defines collateral as “accompanying as secondary or subordinate” and “serving to support or reinforce” among other meanings. Most of us probably think of the term linked with “damage”, meaning unintended and undesired loss from some action.

The movie of the same name, “Collateral Beauty”, explores a very different perspective. The greatest loss for anyone is the tragic loss of a child, especially so for the loss of a child still in their youth. The parent grieves intensely, and rightfully so. The recent posting on social media below aptly describes the grief dilemma and accompanying struggle.

A grieving parent journeys through a plethora of deep and raw emotions evoking intense and often unrelenting pain. Each individual experiences their own unique journey through grief. It is impossible for anyone else to understand or appreciate because it is fashioned by the love relationship between parent and child that is unparallel compared to others. Attempting to understand therefore, needs be relegated to seeing the bigger picture and not the fine details of a parent’s special and one-of-a-kind relationship with their deceased child.

With this epistle, I attempt to add some clarity from my personal experience. Over my 70+ years, I have witnessed the passing of many people who, due to the relationship we shared in life, were very great losses for me. I do not believe I will ever understand the details of other’s grief nor will I attempt such futility, but hopefully thorough the writing of my bigger picture, readers will be able to find “collateral beauty” in their personal and totally unique journey of grief. Further, it is my sincere hope that collateral to this, they might find a place for their “love to go.”

My Story

My journey with grief began when I was a little more than four years old. My Aunt Frieda was a grandmother to me. She was my mother’s eldest sister. I wrote my story with her and her passing under the title: Aunt Frieda ~ My “Grandma” (June 2016) published on my blog, www.lifeturningpoints.org.

That experience gave me what I have come to realize only in retrospect as my first moments of living with “collateral beauty”. The turning point was the moment I saw my aunt in a state of blissful peace. This for me was a profound perspective that carried me through a grief I did not understand at that young age.

My next experience was the passing of my first childhood girlfriend. I was nine years old when Joy died of polio. Again I took the journey of grief but with the benefit of the collateral beauty perspective I possessed from the loss of Aunt Frieda. It still was not easy, but somehow I found a sustaining sense of peace amongst the deep sadness.

Over the ensuing years, being a member of two large families, the passing on of many relatives was a seemingly constant experience year after year. The friendships I developed outside my family also brought grief when a passing on occurred.

When I became a minister, another aspect of my personal grieving was born. Now I was asked to conduct funeral services. These were almost always for souls who in life were near and dear to me. Friends who shared their life with me and passed on to me what I deemed treasures beyond price. Under these circumstances, my grief from their loss had to be transformed into comfort and a measure of peace for the bereaved family. This was especially so for parents when a child was lost. I found this task of a minister to be especially difficult considering the devastation of such a loss. This impossible task of understanding a person’s grief was especially painful for a child’s parent. My continued hope was that in those moments I could add no more pain but rather some peace and comfort.

Conclusions

I discovered through the years of losses dear to me some fine points of collateral beauty. I hope they can open up for my readers their own fine points, for I believe that God provides each one individual collateral beauty created to comfort them along their personal unparalleled journey through grief. I hope you can find a place for your love to go!

Collateral Beauty for me:

• I have faith in an afterlife. This provides me with perspective that death is not permanent. This opens the door to the concept of collateral beauty.
• I believe that souls pass “on” and not “away” and this implies to me that they are close to me, embodied in the treasures they gave me in the life we shared.
• I believe God provides that my prayers for souls departed are made available to them, as prayers are spiritual in nature as are the departed. How and when God does this is beyond my comprehension, but He knows the perfect time and circumstance.
• Having wrestled with the dichotomy of feeling the pain of loss and the joy from collateral beauty, I have discovered the place for my love to go.
• I believe that God permits circumstances and “coincidences” to speak to us. He perfectly reminds us of the souls we have “lost” so that we can see the collateral beauty that exists.

I see Collateral Beauty in the following:

• The flight of a butterfly landing on a grave stone of a special baby girl in Garden of Innocence.
• The unplanned and unexpected opportunity to spend time with someone special just prior to their passing.
• The buzz of a humming bird hovering in front of my face as if to say “hello”.
• The unexpected visit of a mink at a trout stream in the Sierras, who paused, looked at me and scurried off but one last time stopped, looked back at me and vanished.
• The thoughts evoked when gazing at a painting and remembering how God used me to be a blessing bringing peace to a dying man.
• Witnessing God’s grace as He lifted from a grieving mother the unjustified weight of guilt she carried over the loss of her son.
• Experiencing the faith of a mother when she realizes her personal collateral beauty and expressed her gratitude for the years God gave her with her child.
• Seeing souls blessed with a moment when God winks at them through the power of coincidence. [“WHEN GOD WiNKS AT YOU” – How God Speaks Directly to You Through the Power of Coincidence” by Squire Rushnell]
• Watching a large white feather fall from the flight of a dove at a perfect precise moment to illuminate collateral beauty.

The thoughts penned here hopefully provide my readers with new perspectives that lead to peaceful comfort for their souls.

Turning Points

Each new perspective on grieving provides an opportunity to hone one’s ability to navigate the grieving process. They give new openings in the heart for the Holy Spirit to comfort the faithful. Grieving is never easy, but has the potential to cause one to grow in the depth of faith and its application to deal with emotional losses that are integral with life.

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