Far Far Away - Roots

 

No matter how bitter the shadows of loss and hurt we may need to grope through on this earth, they will all be left behind.

While we are here there comes a time to mourn, but never reason to mourn for the rest of time. There is a season of winter, but when spring comes it is natural and right to bud and live again. Sadly, there is also a land of winter, a place of lasting cold and deadness, nobody belongs there though some make their home in its wastes.

           

It will all be over soon, life here is remarkably short for the depth and colour of its experience. Ultimate hope is set before us, life forever with Jesus in paradise, where the only tears will be those of joy. By fixing our eyes on this lasting hope and living our lives like runners aiming for the prize, we will be able to endure the hardships of life. Fixing our eyes on pain and loss will be like living in the dead land of winter, it will drain the life.

           There will come a day when we will see that every bitter indictment against God was as incorrect as it was unwise. Sometimes we are so hurt and angry we feel that God himself must be to blame. Isn't it strange how we think we see better, and have a right to make bold statements, when blind with pain and confusion? But if we refuse to humble ourselves and—even in blind faith—acknowledge God's goodness, we reject the only hand that can save us and carry us, on our departure, to a far far better place.