The last of the generation before me seems to be leaving. As a chat with a friend on the subject recently reminded me, I remembered wisdom threads that now live on alone in my mind. Each thread is missing a smile, caring eyes, and the willing engagement offered by their author. It was in their presence that I could hear the call to action. In walking with them, I understood how purpose lives and grows. In sharing and relationship, I began to understand Divinity’s longing to be with me. As I see the empty chairs in the Abrahamic Family House Church, I am sitting with the memories of those who went before me.
Loss is most clearly seen through the eyes of hope. There is no doubt that I can feel the pain and void created by those who left too soon. The intensity of remembering individuals who shared the stage with me along with teachers, guides, manifestations of mother figures, and inspiring individuals, grows with each thread of hope that somehow, someway, there is a future beyond the present. In hope, I see what they meant to me then. The pain of missed opportunities grows with my understanding of their gifts and presence.
Leaving dominates my emotions, but there is more to this story. The underlying battle between light and darkness, good and evil, is linked to our lives. The harsh reality “That sin disturbed relations with God in everything and everyone, but the extent of the disturbance was not clear until God spelled it out in detail to Moses. So death, this huge abyss separating us from God, dominated the landscape from Adam to Moses.” (Romans 5.13). I have come to realize the darkness I entered with their leaving can be a passage to a future where we are in a future with Divinity, love, and a new life. The words I use to describe are shaped by my views of Divinity. Your words will be different. I believe in our greater story where everyone is present, no matter what words one uses.
