Those of us who make our living by walking into the crucible of conflict are well familiar with the human impulse to believe the "other" side is evil. Other words besides evil might be used, but that is the gist of it. We might say they had bad intentions. We might say they're not trustworthy. We might worry they'll double cross us. We tend not to want to give them the benefit of the doubt. We lawyer up and choose sides. Sometimes the labeling of the "other side" as evil is so extreme that it's hard to imagine that the two distrustful, angry people in the room were formerly lovers who pledged to spend their lives together, love and cherish one another. One might find one's self asking, "How did they get this way?"
Nelson Mandela was never just an ordinary man. He was born into a royal family of South Africa. He rose to leadership in the role to which he had been born.
Nowhere and at no time is grief more acute than on those holidays when we celebrate our connectedness to others: Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, Birthdays, Anniversaries. Our loved one, present in memory only, seems so near to our remembered senses that their presence feels almost palpable. The acute, vividness of our memories of times when we were not alone makes the absence of our loved one all the harder to bear. If you are grieving, acutely and painfully feeling a loss of a precious loved one, this post is for you. I am praying for your comfort.