This morning is a milestone in our family life. Our daughter graduates from the sixth grade, a rite-of-passage most school systems have eliminated in our modern world.
In Oklahoma families are reeling from a different life changing event as they recover from the losses associated with devastating tornadoes and flooding. Lives were lost, including childrens. Material possessions, entire homes, neighborhoods, precious mementos of lives gone in a brief few minutes of natures destruction.
Even as I write this people of all ages, all over the world are fearful, hungry, devastated, sick, fighting, loving, laughing, crying, living and dying. Because, life goes on.
When my mother passed I remember thinking, “How can life be moving on? Why hasn’t the world stopped? Don’t they understand my mother has died?”
As interconnected as we are with all our technology, our “worlds” are still isolated. Except, even in these minutes of celebration for our three member family this morning there is a ripple in the water of earthly living.
I remember the pain of Oklahoma families. The Boston Marathon Bombing families and friends. Wars overseas. Lives gone. Lives being lived.
“To everything there is a season…a purpose for everything under heaven…”. Ecc. 3:1-8