My friend Jonathan wrote this beautiful piece today. I hope it resonates.
“For the time being, I am time’s subject. Moving at its pace, regardless. But time is God’s subject, and at the end of all things, time itself will be changed, and we will reign with him “forever and ever.” Time’s thermodynamic authority will be renounced, along with its painful propensity to separate. No longer will time rob and decay, slowly pulling like gravity on the soul.
God will finally do something I never could, although I was told to often enough. He will redeem time.”
I swim in the abyss of memories. People and places I cannot return to, and few know.
It is a morass I voluntarily enter, knowing it will hurt, but needing it still. Someone should remember these things.
Birthdays used to be happy occasions, full of cake and memories of years gone by. Now, birthdays are just full of memories of years gone. And places gone. And people gone.
Home, once lost, can never be regained. Another home can be built, to be sure, but what has been cannot be again. It is gone.
There is hope. But hope for the future does not remove loss from the past.
When does one grow up and forget their childhood? Thirty-five? Eighty-five? I think never. Something deep and strange happens when the heart goes back. When pictures show you things you remember feeling more than seeing. Like the faded painting on…
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