Maybe 30 years ago, I would have been upset that death decided to butt into my life and inconvenience. I probably was that arrogant or "self-important." “How dare death interrupt my busy scheduled life!”?
Yes, you can laugh. While there is a great deal of great things with youth, usually wisdom in the meaning of life isn’t at the top of the list. Being foolish might be?
I had known Rosario was going to pass on soon. There isn’t much you can do when cancer as well as heart disease double up to combine. On Sunday someone commented on her leg and feet color and I said, “she has about a week, renal failure is starting.”
The preceding few days of prayer for her, were a really amazing gift that I got to witness in there was a process of peace that came about. IT is as simply as someone who went through pain, morphine drips and whatever chemical and radiological concoction modern medicine can come up with to extend life and the idea of peace and a journey to a place where there is no more pain and suffering exists.
I call it the faith that when we pass on, we are all part of something quite larger than you, me, our families, friends; country and humanity on the planet earth are about.
I guess there was a reason to bash the uploads of files last night, as today, I got an hour of actual work in before the day went from family visits to the news of Rosario passing on.
People might think prayer is silly, or not worth anything. Many days I wonder if perhaps that is about the only thing I seem to be consistent in doing. Just praying for whatever needs praying about.
Then again, in a sense it is about hearing. I am not sure who gets the credit for sending this to my dad, but he forwarded it on as a cut and paste. The message is relevant, as in our busy world, it amazes me to the events or storm so Mother Nature interrupting ones schedule – I imagine, people get upset at death as well?
I can hear the huff of the inconvenience, “Didn’t death know I had a busy day schedule today?"
Perhaps those that pass on might laugh at it all as they go from here to a place with no pain, no suffering, and peace.
Then again, some of us have to hope the grace and mercy and the ability to forgive that man seems to demonstrate to his fellow man with an eye for an eye mentality. Hopefully that which created pure love has a very different level of forgiveness, which which man probably will not understand with his time here on earth.
Here is the monk’s story. May it benefit someone?-
A monk needed to go for a day-trip to a big city, accompanied by one of his acquaintance. In the midst of urban’ uproar the monk claimed to have heard a cricket, though his companion did not believe him. Crossing the road and looking carefully under a tree the monk found the cricket, to the astonishment of his relative.
- You must have a superhuman hearing!
- No. My ears aren’t different from yours, said the monk. But everything depends on what you’re used to listen with them
- No! I would not be able to hear a cricket in this noise!
- It all depends on what is important to you, reiterated the monk. Let’s make a demonstration. So the monk took out few coins from his packet and dropped them quietly on asphalt. And despite of the loud noise of the city, all the people around them turned their heads thinking that the scattered coins could’ve fallen from their packets.
- Do you understand now? It all depends on what is important to people … if we watch or listen to the contentions daily news on television, our ears become accustomed only to what is ugly and evil. We become fearful and helpless! Then we’ll say: “Life is hard, people are evil, we live in an insecure and ugly world, you cannot trust anyone or anything …”
And meanwhile the crickets sing, the leaves rustle, the waters flow… and we do not hear them.