Facing the Death of Someone You Love (25-pack) (Proclaiming the Gospel)

ISBN: 1682160564

Author: Elliot, Elisabeth

Condition: New

Its gone. I could see the yellow-spoked wheel of the spare tire, perched on the back of a 1934 Plymouth , disappear over the hilltop. The car in which I might have gotten a ride home from elementary school on this rainy day had gone and I was left behind.Its gone. The trainman stood at the only lighted gate in Penn Station. The train had gone, leaving me behind to figure out how on earth I was to make a speaking engagement on Long Island in an hour and a half.Weve all experienced the desolation of being left in one way or another. And sooner or later many of us experience the greatest desolation of all: hes gone. The one who made life what it was for us-who was, in fact, our life.And we were not ready. Not really prepared at all. We felt, when the fact stared us in the face, No. Not yet. For however bravely we may have looked at the possibilities (if we had any warning at all), however calmly we may have talked about them with the one who was about to die (and I had a chance to talk about the high risks with my first husband, and about the human hopelessness of the situation with my second), we are caught short. If we had another week, perhaps, to brace ourselves a few more days to say what we wanted to say, to do or undo some things, wouldnt it have been better, easier?But silent, swift, and implacable the Scythe has swept by, and he is gone, and we are left. We stand bewildered on the sidewalk, on the station platform. Yet, most strangely, that stunning snatching away has changed nothing very much. There is the sunlight lying in patches on the familiar carpet just as it did yesterday. The same dishes stand in the rack to be put away as usual, his razor and comb are on the shelf, his shoes in the closet (O the shoes! Molded in the always recognizable shape of his feet). The mail comes, the phone rings, Wednesday gives way to Thursday and this week to next week, and you have to keep getting up in the morning (Life must go on, I forget just why, wrote Edna St. Vincent Millay) and combing your hair (for whom, now?), eating breakfast (remember to get out only one egg now, not three), making the bed (who cares?). You have to meet people who most fervently wish they could pass by on the other side so as not to have to think of something to say. You have to be understanding with their attempts to be understanding, and when they nervously try to steer you away from the one topic you want so desperately to talk about you have to allow yourself to be steered away-for their sakes. You resist the temptation, when they say hes passed away, to say No, hes dead, you know.After a few months youve learned those initial lessons. You begin to say I instead of we and people have sent their cards and flowers and said the things they ought to say and their lives are going on and so, astonishingly, is yours and youve adjusted to some of the differences-as if that little mechanical word, a mere tinkering with your routines and emotions, covers the ascent from the pit.I speak of the ascent. I am convinced that every death, of whatever kind, through which we are called to go must lead to a resurrection. This is the core of Christian faith. Death is the end of every life and leads to resurrection, the beginning of every new one. It is a progression, a proper progression, the way things were meant to be, the necessary means of ongoing life. It is supremely important that every bereaved person be helped to see this. The death of the beloved was the beloveds own death, a very private personal matter, Gert Behanna says, and nobody should ever dare to try to get in on the act. But the death of the beloved is also the lovers death, for it means, in a different but perhaps equally fearsome way, a going through the Valley of the Shadow.I can think of six simple things that have helped me through this valley and that help me now.First, I try to be still and know that He is God. That advice comes from Psalm 46, which beg