Recently, a friend of mine lost a close friend of theirs who was near the same age as me. Coping with a loss became an immediate journey for me.
I was quickly driven to the question of “Why?”
Remembering these passages, I stepped away from “Why?”
A voice says, “Cry!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades when the breath of the Lord blows on it; surely the people are grass. The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.
Go on up to a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good news; lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, herald of good news; lift it up, fear not; say to the cities of Judah, “Behold your God!” Behold, the Lord God comes with might, and his arm rules for him; behold, his reward is with him, and his recompense before him. He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.
Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand and marked off the heavens with a span, enclosed the dust of the earth in a measure and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance? Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord, or what man shows him his counsel? Whom did he consult, and who made him understand? Who taught him the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and showed him the way of understanding? Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket, and are accounted as the dust on the scales; behold, he takes up the coastlands like fine dust. Lebanon would not suffice for fuel, nor are its beasts enough for a burnt offering. All the nations are as nothing before him, they are accounted by him as less than nothing and emptiness.
To whom then will you liken God, or what likeness compare with him? An idol! A craftsman casts it, and a goldsmith overlays it with gold and casts for it silver chains. He who is too impoverished for an offering chooses wood that will not rot; he seeks out a skillful craftsman to set up an idol that will not move.
Do you not know? Do you not hear? Has it not been told you from the beginning? Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth? It is he who sits above the circle of the earth, and its inhabitants are like grasshoppers; who stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to dwell in; who brings princes to nothing, and makes the rulers of the earth as emptiness.
Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely has their stem taken root in the earth, when he blows on them, and they wither, and the tempest carries them off like stubble.
To whom then will you compare me, that I should be like him? says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these? He who brings out their host by number, calling them all by name, by the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power not one is missing.
Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my right is disregarded by my God”? Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; his understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength. Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
These passages drove me to the question, “What?”
What is God up to? What does He desire me to see? What is He working out of me? What is He working in to me?
The answer, right now, is …
From the passage above, Isaiah tells the people of Judah, “Behold your God.” Could the idea of coping with a loss be aided by beholding Christ?
I don’t know.
But I do know that the Lord has asked me to Behold Him.
Behold Christ is like writing a song, I think. I was talking with a friend today and we were talking about how song-writing could parallel with beholding the Lord. If you’ve ever been to a Writers in the Round type of songwriters night, there are a lot of those in Nashville, you might be familiar with what I am talking about. Here is an example…
When you attend a Writers in the Round, you are able to see songwriters in their element just a little bit. They allow you a behind the scenes look at their craft. As people write songs, they sit together and focus on a common goal… a song. And from their experiences and stories, Life in Lyrics happen. That is a lot like beholding the Lord. Everyone together, focusing on Christ through our experiences and stories. Life happen through those times.
So I will behold the Lord. I don’t know if that will work for the families affected with this loss. However, I pray that as they are coping with a loss, they could take a peak at Christ in the midst of this difficult season. Not necessarily right now, but when they are spent and at zero.
I pray that as they look to Christ, they see Him ruling FOR His people. I pray they see Christ as a Shepherd and that He is tending His flock. I pray they see His arms wrapped around them. I pray that they see how close Christ holds them to His chest. I pray that they see how He is gently leading them through this time.
I pray that they wait on Him because He renews our strength. I pray that they soar like eagles again. I pray that they run strong and walk hand in hand with their family and friends who are close to them.