Sometimes the dark is Church

Hagioscope

Sometimes the dark is church; bring your pain, cry it out and then get back to the rest of your life.

Life gets tough sometimes. We spend so much time grinding, fighting, trying to make our place in the world that sometimes we lose a sense of who we are. Weeping can often bring a man back to who he was before the tumult. Being part of a group because of our work, or being single because of divorce can separate a man from himself. Sometimes it’s in movement that a man loses the sense of who he is. Sometimes it’s in the stillness that a man finds himself. Weeping in darkness brings him to a place where he can restart. The poet Gaius Valerius Catullus wrote a tender poem to the brother he lost, the poem being the best gift that he could bestow. “Ave atque vale”, he wrote; Hail and Farewell. In your pain bestow a gift on others; restore the balance; trade your injury for their healing and in turn restore yourself. Say goodbye and move ahead. How? Cry. Ask why you cry, and then use the answers to map out your next move. Use your pain wisely. Use your pain. I never knew what my mission in life was until I lost something precious to me. Learn your mission, get back into the fight. You are a son of man and a child of God. Be fearless.

Don’t see your church from a distance; get up close. If you are a practicing person, try and connect with a service in your area. Read Pilgrim's Progress John Bunyan