At the start of this month I lost a colleague to death. It was very unexpected - a reminder for me of today's Gospel reading and the whole purpose of Advent. She was only in her mid 50's. As it happened all I could think of saying to God was "this stinks". This was the thought in my mind for days until... John Paul showed me - during a MOT (mandatory outside time) that my thoughts were like a skunk....stinking up my life and that I had to set a trap to scare them away.
Of all our children, John Paul and Patrick are philosophers in training. They don't mean to be, of course, but they seem to be the voices through which God gets to me most often. They have very different styles of doing it but both do.
My skunk trap encounter with John Paul in the back yard was followed up shortly thereafter during a snack break in IEM (indoor explorer mode) when I spotted Pat alternatively scavengering for a 'banilla' yogurt and testing the theory of the refridgerator light. (Come on, we've all done it as some point in our life.... we had to get the answer to the question of what happens to the refrigerator when we close the door!) He was unaware I had the Ipod running and seemed bound and determined to catch the exact moment, mechanism and means by which that refrigerator light was controlled. He's not unlike his mother - thinking that God should show me all the intricacies of His plan, explain them ahead of time and allow me to determine when the light comes on or goes off. My friend's recent death was the proverbial fridge "light bulb going off" for me.
As I watched Patrick trying to capture the exact moment of the change and understand the cause - I marveled at my own lack of faith. Haven't I always believed that death changes life, it doesn't end it? Just cause the light in the fridge goes out, doesn't mean the food isn't still there. God has promised me that he will provide me - and my friend Mary -with eternal life. So why do I keep testing the door of the fridge instead of trusting?