Christ, Soul, Rock and Roll

One of those noisy rock and roll bands i listen to, whose racket my mother seldom endured without commenting on same, wrote these words: “No one leaves you when they live in your heart and mind.” This is how it now is with all of us. All day. Every day.

We, of the unfortunate fellowship, understand the need to embrace both magic and loss. The latter is now our constant companion, always reminding us that the circle draws closer as daily we wake up without the one who had always been there. We now wake up with a hole in our hearts that can never be filled, and will never heal.

Yet it will heal.

No matter the depth of our loss, it can never take away the magic. Through what the poet described as the tired eyes of faith, we look past ourselves in our present form and see truth.

Our pain is but a fragment; a brief shadow soon dismissed by the Light of a risen Savior and Lord. In Christ’s assurance my mother lived. In Christ’s glory she now forever lives.

We acknowledge the beginning of the unfortunate fellowship. Yet it is a beginning we know has an end. For as our circle draws closer, another is made complete, even as it awaits continued completion when those who follow us will enter into their time in the unfortunate fellowship.

Today, the pain cuts deep. But it will not always be today. There will be, there is, tomorrow. In tomorrow, in confidence we say, “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”

They are not here.

They were taken away on that first Easter morning when the empty tomb of Jesus was revealed as the stone, the rock, was rolled away.

Now that is some rock and roll even my Mom now enjoys.