From The Pastor
There have been many funerals I’ve done where the family talks about their loved one as someone who “NEVER complained”.
No one will ever be able to say that about me in my life or at my death.
Complaining is in my genetic make-up. I had to be reminded quite often in my 20s to stop complaining and being so negative. Since then, I’ve tried (tried being the operative word) to be aware of my complaining. I’ve tried to be a more active participant in giving thanks as a part of my daily routine. I’m trying because it’s real easy to look anywhere else other than toward the goodness of God and the life I have been gifted.
With all of this in mind; the complaining (wailing) and the gratitude (life), I ran across a poem by Rumi that I posted in my office as a reminder to be re-membered to the one who gives us life.
Pastor Molly
A Tender Agony of Parting
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it, and called it a human being.
Since then, it has been wailing
a tender agony of parting,
Never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute.
-Rumi
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