Now when Jesus saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, and he began to teach them.
He said: …
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
- Matthew 5:1-2, 4
Recently, my wife and I lost our Sunday school teacher who died of Hodgkin’s lymphoma, it was very quick. One of the members of our Sunday school class passed away a couple of weeks before. One of my wife’s classmates from high school who would send supportive and up-lifting posts on social media passed away about the same time. None from COVID-19 as far as we know.
Earlier this month, I wrote about how my Dad had passed away on the fifth of May nine years ago. On such anniversaries, even when the mourning seems to be over, we remember the ones that we love.
I wrote last year that when Sue Grafton passed away after publishing the “Y” of her alphabet series of mystery novels, there was a double pain, losing an author that I enjoyed reading, but for those who feel the need to have things completed and finished as I do, the alphabet was missing the last letter.
Isn’t that one of the reasons that we mourn the loss of those near us? We are here. They are gone. They are in a place where there is no more pain and suffering, if they knew Jesus. We do not mourn them dying as much as we mourn that our relationship seems incomplete, there is another “letter to go in our alphabet” together.
Yet, for those who mourn, knowing that they are sinners and are helpless in washing themselves clean, there is hope in that God promises to wash us white as snow. For those who mourn and have the assurance of salvation, there will be a reunion with our loved ones. We can be comforted now, because we will meet again, in Glory.
With the inspiration to write a little “Thought on” style message for the “poor in spirit,” I thought that I would continue through the Beatitudes.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.