To Everything There Is a Season
To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace,
and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Yesterday, I took my younger son, Michael, to the airport. He is a recon Marine and was home on pre-deployment leave. By month’s end he will be in Fallujah. During his visit, we were notified a good friend of his, LCpl Michael Glover, was killed by a sniper in Iraq. As we attended the services and mourned the loss, we also made a point to enjoy our time as a family, knowing Glover would want nothing less, and feeling as though he were smiling down upon us, making us cherish our time together even more.
Of course, as a mom, I held my son tight and cried when I left him at the airport. Like any son, he does not want me to worry about him, but I know he worries about me and how I will do while he is gone. I tell him I will be fine, “No one ever died from being sad or crying. It is a part of life. Some things are scary and some are sad. I am sure I will worry but that’s ok to feel. I know, with the help of God, I will make it through.”
Today we live in a “quick fix” society. We have gotten to the point that even when sad things happen we are not allowed to mourn. We have an endless supply of drugs at our disposal to cover up our emotions, and many people believe there is something wrong with them if they feel anything but happy. It is as if there are acceptable and unacceptable emotions.
I have heard many people, some in my own family, speak about how they do not want to be a “burden” to their children when they get old. We complain about the self centeredness of the younger generation and yet our society actively promotes the idea of being a burden.
We have taken away the opportunity to learn and grow in love through self sacrifice, instead creating a “if it feels good do it” mentality. In the case of abortion, many have run far from their feelings, partly because of their own denial and partly because no one wants to deal with the emotions it produces. It is just too painful. I often describe it as the elephant in the living room that everyone is pretending does not exist. We fight against our “negative” emotions as if we were waging a war, and yet, the happiness we seek, in spite of our best efforts evades us because we do not allow ourselves to acknowledge the pain. We want the joy of love, but not the pain that often comes with it. We want healing, but we do not want to do the work of healing; we just want it to happen. We have lost a sense of commitment, through the good times and the bad. We have lost a sense of being fully human, fully alive, with all of our emotions and thoughts.
As Ecclesiastics tells us, “to everything there is a season...a time to weep, a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance...” As we watch the leaves fall this autumn season, may we, too, empty ourselves like the trees and allow our emotions to be felt, trusting God that when spring arrives, we will be free to feel the joy of new life in our souls. –Theresa Bonopartis (reprint 2006)