Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Man who Lost His Son.

I have spent the better part of the afternoon working on my project and getting to know people more. It is always interesting how people walk. Have you ever asked yourself 'how do people walk?'
I have done so for the past three years and this question is the opening line of novel I have been editing. How do people walk? It is simple; one foot in front of the other (Taken from: Take This Message to Rayo).
There was a wealthy and very powerful king, who had been lying on the ground and wailing for six consecutive nights. He could not eat, drink or talk to anyone in those six days. The people who wanted to see him were told to come another day. Some of the people he had on his board thought he was mad, and as such his kingdom was in turmoil. He prayed for the life of his little boy. The child was still too young, yet no medicine or chant could treat the boy. On the seventh day-his son died. When he was told of this he woke up, took a shower, got dressed and asked for some food and water.
The servants were shocked and they asked him why the change when he had just lost his son. His response: "While the child was alive, I fasted and prayed in the hope that God will be gracious and give him life, but now that he is dead, why should I fast? Would God give him back to me now?"
Truth is that was King David in the Bible (2nd Samuel 12:16-23).
I read about this in Junietta McCall's book "Bereavement Counseling-Pastoral care for Complicated grieving." I am known to many as a planner, the kind of person who sits works on things in certain structured ways. The only person who does not believe in last minute rush and who often prefers order. I saw the story from the simple point: A Father who's lost his Son. It hit me then that we lose people we love in life. At times they depart so soon that we are left asking 'what we would do if we could see them one more time.' Most of the answers, I'm sorry to say, are never positive.
Each moment is precious, be it that time when you can't agree on something, or even that moment when you simply have no words to tell each other. It's as simple as that. You've got to cherish the moments you have. The moments when you make stupid jokes, walk, eat, argue, question, or even send each other a three letter text message-because life is not meant to be gloomy but a collection of experiences. If artists and models have portfolios, if parents and children have scrapbooks, if professors have letters of achievement and awards-as a human being make memories, be as active and alert in every moment such that when you are asked to recall them-all you see when you close your eyes is not only a movie but an awesome documentary.
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