Friends, here we are nearing the end of our Lenten journey, it sure feels like time has flown by.
When we think of the life of Jesus, it is widely accepted that he began his ministry around the age of 30 and was crucified at approximately age 33. Most would agree that is still very young. Jesus knew that he would endure death as Godβs plan for the our reconciliation with him. Jesus knew that death was not the end, he came to reveal life to us, so certainly there must be hope beyond death. Henri Nouwen writes this, and so beautifully, βIf the God who revealed life to us, and whose only desire is to bring us to life, loved us so much that he wanted to experience with us the total absurdity of death, then β yes, then there must be hope; then there must be something more than death; then there must be a promise that is not fulfilled in our short existence in this world; then leaving behind the ones you love, the flowers and the trees, the mountains and the oceans, the beauty of art and music, and all the exuberant gifts of life cannot be just the destruction and cruel ending of all things; then indeed we have to wait for the third day.β(1).
π€THE MEANING OF LIFE π§
Honestly, I canβt give you an answer to this age old question, it is something we all must answer for ourselves. But, I will indeed share some of Nouwenβs insight; coincidentally; I was able to find answers I have been seeking for a very long time about the meaning of life, from Nouwenβs writings. He talks about βmortificationβ and its literal meaning: βmaking deathβ β this is what life is all about. The meaning of life, is death? I was somewhat puzzled too, hereβs what Nouwen writes, βBut mortification β literally, βmaking deathβ β is what life is all about, a slow discovery of the mortality of all that is created so that we can appreciate its beauty without clinging to it as if it were a lasting possession. Our lives can indeed be seen as a process of becoming familiar with death, as a school in the art of dying. I do not mean in a morbid way. On the contrary, when we see life constantly relativized by death, we can enjoy it for what it is: a free gift. The pictures, letters, and books of the past reveal life to us in a constant saying of farewell to beautiful places, good people, and wonderful experiences.β (2).
In my life, I love looking at photos and remember βthe good ole days.β I recall how active I once was, energetic and flexible; I am reminded now that I need to be careful climbing ladders and stretching beyond my reach. I remember the embrace of my motherβs arms around me, I remember all the great food my grandmother cooked, I remember the love shared with friends and family especially at holidays… Life is indeed short, no matter the age or time we are called home.
These times have passed by like friendly visitors, leaving behind dear memories but also the reality of the shortness of life. βIn every arrival there is a leave-taking; in every reunion there is a separation; in each oneβs growing up is a growing old; in every smile there is a tear; and in every success there is a loss. All living is dying and all celebrations is mortification too.β(3).
β Psalm 90:10 β
βThe span of our life is seventy years — eighty for those who are strong — but their whole extent is anxiety and trouble, they are over in a moment and we are gone.β
β James 4:14 β
βYou never know what will happen tomorrow: you are no more than a mist that appears for a little while and then disappears.β
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