Monday, May 8, 2017

Empty Sky

The weather is beautiful. Gazing upwards, there is not a cloud in the sky. It still seems so empty though, aside from the stray birds soaring in an arrow formation. A melancholy mood rolls in with the breeze. Despite the surrounding beauty, the sun’s rays cast light on everything that is wrong. It illuminates life's questions, like why and how come. Unlike the creatures of the sky, I cannot take flight from the misfortunes I have no desire to face.

In the recent weeks, there have been multiple losses in the chronic illness community. The first was really close to home. The next was more personally devastating, as it was a friend with a common diagnosis. Both have been an eye opener for everybody involved. The situations could easily be any of us.

Life is short. These events not only denote its fragility, but they also cause questions to surface. Why did my friends die? Why were they sick? Why am I sick? Why do people have half of the problems that they do? How come life is not fair? What have we done to deserve this?

I then came across John chapter 9. Jesus eventually healed the eyesight of a blind man. New believers were definitely roused from the trials and tribulations. Regarding the man, the disciples question Jesus:
As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. 2 His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” John 9:1-2
Their inquiries are tremendously similar to my own. The answer is one frequently ignored.
“Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” John 9:3-5
And I realized something. This is not about me. It is not entirely about the precious lives lost either. It is about Him. Life always works out the way it should, whether understood now or later. The highs and the lows of life inevitably serve a greater purpose. The sky is no longer empty.

Rest in peace to my fellow warriors. xx