"There is a season for everything,a time for giving birth,
a time for dying;
a time for tears,
a time for laughter;
a time for mourning,
a time for dancing . . ." Ecclesiastes 3 : 1 - 2, 4
"Autumn comes, It always does.
Goodbye comes. It always does.
The trees struggle with this truth today
and in my deepest of being, so do I.
Every autumn, nostalgia fills me;
every autumn, yearning holds me.
I cling to the ripeness of summer,
knowing it will be many long months
before I can catch a breath of lilac,
or the green of freshly mown grass.
And so I begin my fallow vigil,
remembering the truth of the ages:
Unless the wheat seed dies
it cannot sing a new birth.
Unless summer gives in to autumn
springtime will never embrace me"
So writes Joyce Rupp in her wonderful book "Praying our goodbyes".
And so I embark on one of those journeys I would like to avoid. The man I have known for almost 50 years as my father is dying. He has a new journey to go on - a journey that he travels alone as he rests his body from the onslaught of disease. And I, and my mother and brothers, have to let go. Like so many that I have shared with in my ministry I too am reluctant. I want life to go on forever, but it does not.
Shakespeare wrote these powerful words that remind me of my dad:
As the lighting and storms sound outside (and in our hearts) Ceasar says to Calpurnia:
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste death but once. Of all the wonders that I have yet heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it come".
Julius Ceasar Act II scene II
It is coming to a valiant man whom I love and wish for peace on this new journey.


Let us not allow any government or leaders to ever take that away from us!

