“When Herod realized that he had been outwitted by the Magi, he was furious, and he gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity who were two years old and under, in accordance with the time he had learned from the Magi. Then what was said through the prophet Jeremiah was fulfilled:
There have always been weeping mothers and there always will be. A friend of mine who lost an adult, twin, son a few years ago posted about this being a difficult time of the year for so many. Another person “commented” that if people are sad they should get off their “pity party” and volunteer, do something for others and find joy… I know that this friend of mine is not sitting around, but is actively moving on with her life; and she has been through the wringer.
Why is it people are so terrified of grief? Why the need to always jump in and tell other how they should feel? The questions are rhetorical – I know the answers. There are no answers – no answers to pain and suffering – no answers to why bad things happen to good people. If it could happen to them it could happen to us.
Without the discussing the historical accuracy to the biblical account of the “Christmas story,” or whether or not the above scriptures are even part of the Christmas story, the fact is that children were slaughtered, no more, gone from the loving arms of their mothers (and fathers) for ever. There is no greater wound to the heart than the loss of children. It defies everything good and right in the world that our children precede us in death, and yet they often do. In the Philippines right at this very moment, many are mourning the loss of a child. In India, in Haiti, in Japan, in the Ukraine, in the United States… Many are missing their children. I know I am. I volunteer – my life is lived as a volunteer – and I don’t do pity parties; but at times I still weep, I mourn, and I miss my son. I always will. That will never, ever change.
Loss is part of life. It is part of Christmas. It is part of Easter…and Thanksgiving, and Birthdays, and Saturdays, rainy days, or sunny days. We need to learn to live with it, and support others who live with it. Weep with those who weep, laugh with those who laugh.
If Rachael is weeping because her children are no more, lets be the ones to try and comfort her with our silent, non-anxious presence and support.
Even at Christmas.