Eyes of a Child

Starting out I can already tell this blog post won’t be like most of my blog posts.  It’s not going to be nice, neat, and orderly.  It’ll probably have dozens of rabbit trails, and it may not even make sense.  I’m not even sure where we’ll end up when all is said and done, but I felt like rambling, and I’m in one of those moods.  So, I make no guarantees you won’t be wasting 15 minutes of your life by reading this, but please, feel free to read on anyways.

Why is it we are so caught up in the bigger and better things in life?  I mean seriously?  I know people say that, but they never really think it through.  It just sounds like a cool, deep thing to say.  Why are we caught up in the “bigger and better”?  What really is the bigger and better, anyways?

Heroes

I would like to say that great care and prayer has gone into the words you are about to read.  I fully recognize that what I am about to share is very controversial, but I share it because I believe that it is something that needs to be said.

Where are the heroes?  I’m not talking about our Firemen, Police, Marines, or Paramedics, though I deeply respect these heroes.   I’m asking where those average, ordinary, everyday heroes are.  The heroes who are unafraid to tell a drunk young man not to get into a car, but will instead pick up said young man and ensure he gets to a safe destination.  The type of heroes who give love and support to the young woman who finds out about the out of wedlock life she carries within.  The heroes who take in a troubled teen.  The heroes who offer safety to an abused woman.

Grief Potatoes

So many well-meaning, wonderful, loving people offer the token advice of “time heals wounds” whenever a loss or tragedy occurs.  Unfortunately, it happens to be one of the worst things to tell the bereaved.  Not only does this saying de-legitimize what the grieving are feeling, it also holds no truth to it.  Time does not heal wounds.  In fact, it is a dangerous phrase, one I easily fell into during the early days of loss. 

So why is this phrase so dangerous, you may ask inquisitively (if you are not asking this then pretend you are, for my sake)?  Well, in essence this saying tells us that we can sit around and be a grief potato— a term I coined to describe society’s couch potato approach to grief.  Not only is this unhealthy, but it sets people up for depression when time never heals their wounds… a depression that can have destructive results.