LOSS brings with it the slowing of time.
It’s not that time itself slows
down, for that would be an impossibility, other than a God-anointed miracle, as
occurred in Joshua 10. In the grief
outbound of loss, it’s our perception
that time slows.
I recall some hours that seemed
like days; some minutes, yes, sixty times their length.
Pain is a megaphone, as C.S. Lewis
once remarked. It climbs upon our
consciousness, demanding a hearing. It
refuses to go unheeded. We disregard it
at our peril, yet when we regard it, it swamps us like a tsunami. Pain seems to abuse our perception of time by
flooding our emotions with high-decibel action that consumes our
awareness. And such pain works in a
variety of mediums: depression, anxiety, confusion, profusion, feeling
overwhelmed, hypervigilance, sometimes all or many at once.
The grief in loss intensifies the
moments of months that ensue. And if
each second were a moment, where three quarters we were awake for, we would
have hundreds of thousands, into the millions, of those to bear before pain
would abate. And if many or each of
these separate moments feels slower than normal, pain will be a companion for
some time yet.
But it’s not all bad news. One significant grief well-suffered is one
significant step to enduring the next significant grief well. So we might consider there is a reward (or at
least some compensation) for having endured pain bigger and worse than we could
have imagined.
The pain of grief that is endured
without running away is the catalyst for bearing reality we previously didn’t
have. Such a pain has woven into its
purpose the divine construction of our capacity to bear.
If only we can believe in faith
that, in our initial horrendous pain, we’re sowing up for ourselves an eternal
reward of glory, even in this very life.
Pain we experience head on teaches
us the capacity of forbearance. We don’t
know how it links, but we do know that that is what takes place. Once we learn that there is a pain that far
exceeds our previous perception of pain we begin to acknowledge that we’re not
in control; that God is, and that pain may be wrought in our lives anytime.
For all the pain in pain there’s
also this blessing: only pain endured can teach us how and why pain can be
endured in the first place: it’s the capacity to bear future pain.
Enduring pain teaches that pain
endured builds the capacity to endure pain.
© 2016 Steve Wickham.
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