Grief has a jagged bite. With rows of sharp teeth it sinks into our flesh and refuses to let go. So we sit in the ashes and mourn what can never be regained. The finality of death is like the bite of a viper; filled with fury and poison.
I am noticing the various reactions of those who grieve around me and remarkably, many of those who have previously walked these dark paths are stoic. There is a certain calmness, an acceptance, and a knowledge that death finds all of us eventually. It terrifies me. If death is an amputation, I find myself screaming like a soldier whose leg has been shredded in battle. “Don’t cut it off!”
We don’t like to speak of such things. We whisper. We deflect. We pretend we are okay and smile.
While speaking to one of my cousins, she shared with me the sad story of a woman she was collaborating with on a project at work. The woman seemed well put together, professional and, well, happy. They spent several months working on a project through a local hospital and were nearing the end when Erin learned she had committed suicide. “I had no idea she was upset.” She said. “She never gave me any inclination she was hurting. Why didn’t I notice something was wrong? What if I could have done something to help?” And beneath all the questions and shock of the situation I heard her heart weeping for the missed opportunity, as if to say, “What if I somehow contributed to her despair by not noticing she was in pain?”
The world is filled with perilous paths, and the human heart carries the weight of a thousand wounds most people will never see. My family has walked these paths more often than not. My beloved cousin died from a drug overdose. My grandmother died in a car accident. My cousin’s mother died from drug related use. My uncle died from a brain aneurism shortly after the birth of his son. Our hearts howl with rage over the removal of the appendage we so desperately need to function.
The paths of peace we have not known. So how do we find them?
When I was a child, maybe seven or eight, I stood next to a garden on my grandfather’s property in the country and looked up into the sky. I saw there the most magnificent clouds and the sun streaming down through them with golden beams that warmed my face. I felt so small and silently wondered if that was what heaven looked like. The incredible beauty stirred a longing in my soul for something more. The specter of grief hovered around us due to the loss of my grandmother a few years earlier but no one talked about it. No one helped me to process it–maybe because they thought I was too young to understand. Still, in my little girl-ness, I wondered where she was and if I would see her again. I heard people talk about heaven and assumed she was there. With all of that pain raining down around me all of the time, I subconsciously longed to be in that sunny place where hearts no longer ached. (Today I am an adult and I long for the same thing.) I had heard that God was in Heaven and that if I believed in him, he would be a father to me. But in that moment he became real to me as never before. I somehow sensed he was looking down at me with love and that each beam of light was a promise from him to me; “Margaret, one day you will be with me.” And candidly, I was filled with impatience.
Many people do not believe in God. We want something we can touch and taste and smell. We want to see this God. We want to hear him. Without these affirmations of the five senses, we reject his realness. We say we will not believe in something that does not satisfy our senses. I understand this need because I too have felt it at times, especially when I am hurting. I have shouted into the darkness, “Prove yourself, God. If you are real, I need you to show up right now!”
Someone recently spoke to me about the things we cannot live without but that we cannot see. He said to me, “I cannot live without love.” And for a moment I tried to imagine that I could, but alas I failed. What is a human being who has never known love?
I saw this realized in a movie recently called, “Unleashed”. Jet Li plays a man who has never known love. He is raised by a vicious loan shark who keeps him in a 
collar and takes it off only when he wants to collect a debt. He “sicks” Danny on his victims to coerce them to pay, and it is only when Danny meets the kindly blind piano player, Sam, that he begins to understand what it means to be loved. This love transforms him and he finds he can no longer kill people. Love opens his eyes to the sacredness of the human soul.
I know what it is to be loved by God, therefore I cannot believe that he does not exist. But I don’t believe it just because I looked at the clouds one day and thought, gee, that’s pretty, I hope I get there one day. This is not a path of peace. I believe God is real and that he loves me because I read the bible and I believe it is true.
There are others who will vouch for the veracity of the bible. That is not my intent in this discourse. (If you are interested in chasing those questions try books like Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis, The Case for Christ by Lee Strobel, Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus, by Nabeel Qureshi or I Don’t Have Enough Faith to be an Atheist, by Norman Geisler and Frank Turek). I also like this webpage.
These are the paths of peace; great truths that bring real and lasting comfort, healing and hope, after the viper strikes.
“Behold, I am coming soon, bringing my recompense with me, to repay each one for what he has done. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.” Revelation 22:12
There are some for whom this verse will offend, but I am glad for consequences. I am relieved that God is just. I want to know that for every evil act there is punishment. This knowledge gives me peace. We live in a world where Batman and Superman do not always save the day. My best friend was raped in college and the men were never prosecuted. My neighbor, Shawn Daugherty, died in the street and they never found the person who killed him. Our media feeds are filled with examples of injustice every single day but the bible says God will repay every person for what he has done. For the child who is abandoned in the slums of Honduras, who is trafficked, who dies of starvation, God is just.
Sin is a curse punishable by death. For that reason I believe we all fear death because we all subconsciously know we will stand before God and have to explain ourselves. It’s a horror to even consider. How can I possibly justify myself before God for tormenting my brother and sister when we were younger? I would wake them in the night to terrify and torture them for no reason other than I enjoyed it. You may say, “Well Margaret, you were young! You didn’t know any better.” But if that was the case, why did I work so hard not to get caught? Now maybe that raises the hackles on the back of your neck because you don’t want to hear that you are a sinner. But the bible doesn’t just say, “Ha, ha! You’re a sinner and you are doomed!” It says, “For there is no distinction: for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a propitiation by his blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God’s righteousness, because in his divine forbearance he had passed over former sins.” (Romans 3:22-25)
“And the devil who had deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and sulfur where the beast and the false prophet were, and they will be tormented day and night forever and ever.” Revelation 20:10
I know the end of the story and God wins. This gives me immense peace. The bible begins with the story of how Satan deceived humanity and contributed to our loss of innocence (Genesis 3). I believe this broke God’s heart because he created us to love him and be in relationship with him. Meanwhile Satan continues to work to deceive humanity. He is described as a roaring lion (1 Peter 5:8) seeking whom he may devour. Satan is real. We feel the fire of his breath. But one day God will extinguish it forever. I love how John Owen phrases it in his work, “The Death of Death in The Death of Christ”, “Thus clear, then, and apparent, is the intention and design of Christ and his Father in this great work, even what it was, and towards whom,–namely, to save us, to deliver us from the evil world, to purge and wash us, to make us holy, zealous, fruitful in good works, to render us acceptable, and to bring us unto God; for through him ‘we have access into the grace wherein we stand.’ Romans 5:2.”
Jesus, the God man, entered the world to kill death forever. He said, “The Son of Man came not to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” (Matthew 20:28). “The last enemy to be destroyed is death.” (1 Corinthians 15:26) I have on my desk at work a sketch by John Hendrix which imagines the death of death as a deep chasm in the earth sucking up and swallowing bleached bones. I look at this image when I grieve the curse of sin in the world (death). I look at this image with hope because I am sure that one day we will rise to either eternal death (hell) or eternal life (heaven). This temporal life is just the seed that falls to the ground. When we pass through “the veil” we will see what living really is. “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” (Revelation 21:3-4)
“The sum of all is,–the death and blood-shedding of Jesus Christ hath wrought, and doth effectually procure, for all those that are concerned in it, eternal redemption, consisting in grace here and glory hereafter.” – John Owen
These are the paths of peace. They run by still waters. They restore my soul. They deliver me from the bite of the viper that is filled with fury and poison. They enable me to hope when all hope seems lost.
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