We are standing vigil. We have a dear brother and a dear sister in their last days on this leg of their eternal journey. I am on the periphery of their lives. I will not receive cards filled with sweet words of concern and comfort as I did after the death of my brother last month. It is proper that is so. These spiritual siblings of mine have spouses, children, grandchildren, who will need and who will be lifted by those remembrances.
All over our church family there are people going about their lives as they stand vigil from afar. The earthly families stand vigil in the trench. Their going about life is focused on caring for and sitting beside the ones they love so dearly, memorizing faces, gestures, and sounds.
One is seemingly unaware of his surroundings. I wonder if rather than unaware he is hyper aware of the glory to which he is traveling. The most recent report of the other makes me wonder if a lack of awareness in this realm would be welcomed.
We stand vigil from afar believing that although our prayers have been left unanswered in the way we would desire, they have not been unheard. I am at a loss for an explanation as to why good people must leave us so early; as to why good people left here must hurt so. I do not know.
So, we stand vigil from afar, bound together as our minds are forever returning to those, who in the silence of the night, are hurting. This is church. This is spiritual family. Bless be the tie that binds us as we together stand vigil.
Blessings, dear ones.
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