"And as for the resurrection of the dead, have you not read what was said to you by God, 'I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob'? He is God not of the dead, but of the living."
- Matthew 22:31-32
Now here we are, all the way in Advent and the same verse still hits me hard. My secret dark feelings that something will inevitably go wrong with this pregnancy and I will have to say good-bye to yet another loved one this year, are tested by this verse. God is God not of the dead, but of the living. Even as we say good-bye to our loved ones, God claims them as His, and promises us all new Life! There is hope. It seems dark even now, but light trickles in ... through Jesus.
This little life that I have nurtured for nearly nine months can be a source of secret fears for me, or I can acknowledge God's power in this baby's life and God's power in this baby's death, and this baby can be a reminder that ours is the God of the living...perhaps the joy of new life can relieve some of the pain of loss our family has experienced this year.
My fear of death is selfish, after all. I hate saying good-bye. The hope I feel God pressing on me is the hope that these farewells we say here are temporary. I must not take them as seriously as those who have no hope of seeing their loved ones again. And...there are always more people to love. We have to stay hopeful so we can keep on loving. When we keep on loving, despite loss, we keep on hoping.
"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." -Tennyson