When someone dies we make facebook groups for them and post about all the good memories we had with them, all the ways they impacted our lives. We put up pictures of the “good times” and say “see you when Jesus comes”.
In my opinion, suicide is a selfish, cowardly thing. Yet, I must admit. I have never lost and hopeless to the extent that I felt that my not being would be better than fighting to survive. - Survive, survive. The song is written in our DNA.
So I pose this question; when someone is dead, what do are posted memories, photos and affirmations do for them? Nothing. Yes, it does make us feel better. But are we the ones that were lost in darkness, looking for light?…. Looking for encouragement, meaning, hope, kindness, love…. Looking for memories of a gentler, easier, better time to claim?
If someone touches your life in a positive way, even if it’s a small one, why not tell them?
We are called to Love.
- J.E. Deegan
How It ends
Not only is this poem beautiful, but the background song is so familiar.. I’m actually going crazy trying to figure out where it’s from. And yes, I realize that she’s talking about her female lover, but I don’t care! Beauty is beauty, and context does have its place but I also know how to look past things and get a blessing.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to fee the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing. Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come then that which is in part will be done away. When I was a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. And now abide faith, hope, lovethese three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13, one of my favorite chapters in the bible. When I read it, I weep. I weep because my concept of love is broken, and reading about true love is beautiful. I weep because I have a father that loves me like THAT. I weep because Love brings tears.