I've got a bunch of new specials for Easter!
Every month, at my main author website, I put different things on sale.
I was at a loss this month to figure out what to promote. Then I remembered this Easter column I wrote a few years ago, after a 31-year-old friend died of breast cancer. Here's a lot of it:
When we are in mourning like this we face a crossroads. The most inviting route is often the grimmest, for in our darkness, despair is almost welcome. I believe, though, that there is another choice. As difficult as it is, we must not let death steal our life.
I will never be the same since my son died. I only had him for 29 days, but they were the most precious of my life, and I will cherish them forever. My friend Kerry only had two years to smile upon her children, but her mark is still there, for it is the mark of an undying love. And that’s what love is—undying. Death does not end a relationship. It only changes it.
My grandfather was married three times to three wonderful women. He had each wife for almost the same number of years before cancer stole all of them. In his later years his house was adorned by pictures of all the women he loved. He had such sorrow in his life, but his life was also bigger for allowing room both for love and for grief. We cannot, and should not, block out our tears. They are just as much a part of love as the hugs and kisses were. But let us not shut out the smiles, too. Smiles and tears can coexist. And that is the challenge that, I think, faces all of us at that bleak crossroads.
Perhaps it is appropriate to be thinking such thoughts at Easter. After all, on Good Friday life seemed extremely unfair. The Teacher was dead. And yet, the story did not end on Good Friday. Sunday was just around the corner, and on that day we were shown, once and for all, that the bad is not the end of the story.
I do not know if you believe the Good Friday story; I do, and it’s one reason I can smile through the tears. Yet all of us, at some point, will need to decide how to deal with the grave. Dylan Thomas once wrote “Do not go gently into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light”. It’s poetic, it’s passionate, and I think it’s wrong. Death is not the dying of the light.
Changes come, even those that aren’t welcome. But with those changes often comes a greater ability to love and cherish both those we can hug, and those who are now beyond our reach. The bad is not the end of the story; the sorrow is not all that is being told. Life may not be fair, but it is still good, and there is so much more to be written.
Easter is both a time to reflect on suffering, and to reflect on hope. And I have a number of items that can help us do that, very inexpensively!
For books, I've put How Big Is Your Umbrella on sale! It's all about the things we yell at God when life is tough, and what he whispers back.
And here's something really neat: for only $2, you can buy a copy of my 45 minute talk, Don't Worry, Be Happy? What do you think the purpose of life is? Is it to be happy? And if so, how is happiness best achieved? The answer may just surprise you!
I hope these bless you this Easter. I know life is sometimes difficult, but I do believe that love, grief, and joy often coexist, if we can just open our eyes to see it.
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