memento mori

Something about facing your own mortality has always brought a fresh perspective. Suddenly one sees the various facets of life thrown into sharp relief and realizes the relative importance of each. Simply put, a brush with death throws something like a filter into the entire frame of reference, shaking the foundations of existence.

It’s a scary thing.

I realized the effect I could have on others; the fact that I occasionally (perhaps often) hold the lives of those I care about in my hands without even noticing. The smallest mistake, and an entire community can be crushed. Our lives are fragile things, ephemeral as a morning mist or a butterfly’s wing.

And then comes the question of “why?”

Why do we go through situations that cause pain? Why does God allow us to nearly lose that which we treasure most? Why are we tossed by events and forces that tear us apart and break us to pieces?

“… no one should be shaken by these afflictions; for you yourselves know that we are appointed to this.”

“For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.”

“Therefore I ask that you do not lose heart…”

O Father, show me your grace and strengthen my faith, weak though it is. Grant me peace and help me to rest in your will.

Still be my vision, O Ruler of all.