Five Minute Friday: IMAGINE (in raw honor of the Gortsemas)

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This week’s word: IMAGINE

“I can’t even imagine.”

The sentence repeated with different pitches and flinching eyes as people held back the tears.

No one had more words. Plenty had less.

And in the inability to imagine the pain of parents losing another child tragically there is a well up of anger, doubt, confusion, and grief.

We knew how we felt a few years ago but we perhaps had never learned how they felt. And now it was thrust upon them again.

And what of the teacher, who had lost his life a few weeks before and the school mate who died days before? How now could we even imagine?

This. This is what I imagine. A wrestle that lasts for hours and years with a God who does not cease being because we can’t testify. I imagine time failing to heal wounds but a God who could be our only chance at not bleeding out soul and life. I imagine that perhaps now rocks need to cry out because our weeping scrapes our voice away.

But I also imagine today.

And so I live.

Not in fear, not in glee, not in refusal, and not in giddiness.

I simply live.

And this. This I imagine too. That all of life is worship. Even that which I can not put to words or ever care to endure.

Serve. Weep. Love. Hope.

I imagine we have no other way to rise.