Post Number Fifty-Four
Sunday, February 19, 2012 at 08:22PM 
The World Moves On
I went to a Choir Camp planning and training meeting a week ago. Plans are taking shape for another wonderful Choir Camp at Lake Louise. I was happy for that. Even though Terry is no longer here and I am stepping down as the youth choir director after thirty-seven summers of involvement, it was wonderful to see new people stepping up to take responsibility. Creativity was the order of the day. The staff is excited. I know that Choir Camp 2012 will be a great success and that another group of youth and children will experience God anew through the medium of singing. I plan to stay connected by leading the evening vesper services at the fire bowl.
Still, I came away a little stunned by how easily the world accepts loss and moves on. Here I am struggling to keep a grip on my emotions and make it through each day, but already the rest of the world is moving on. I know this has to be. I also know that my heart is broken in a way that others cannot understand. I know that wishing that Choir Camp fail because Terry is gone is no way to honor her or the years we shared in that special ministry. Never the less, The ease and speed of the adjustment stuns me. Could there not be at least a little hiccup to the order of the world to mark the loss?
Perhaps the lesson here is that I should spend more time appreciating the specialness and blessings of life while in the midst of it. If it is true that the world, indeed the universe, will little note nor long remember the impact of my life after I am gone, it follows that the gift is in the moment. I am resolved to complain less and appreciate more. I am resolved to worry less and engage more deeply. One final note; the gift of a broken heart is found in realizing that brokenness of heart is the price we pay for deep and profound love.
Dave Gladstone
Reader Comments (1)
What brutal honesty!! Congratulations on being able to admit (what may be viewed as) your "unpopular" feelings. We all have them, but most of us cannot admit them, to ourselves or others. You are correct. Nobody knows your pain, but all of us know some kind of pain. Again, you are giving us a wonderful example, and words to live by. Thank you!!