I have been guilty, only countless times, of missing the little things. Its a retrospective realization that causes one to alter patterns and management of behavior. We miss the little things so many times. Its natural, you must understand, to overlook those most pristine inclinations of profound truths because they are buried in the bustle of instantaneous downloading of information, events, and socialized media. We instantly demand information, photographs, images, dialogue, and responses in such a scurried daily routine that the dawning second of profound truth is railroaded by an incoming beep of a message from a friend. As we swirl in the whirlwind and reap the backlash of the thriving currents of instantaneous existence, I admit fault for countless lessons to be learned in the divine minute and somewhat obscured truths. Through the course of days, weeks, and months, certain inclinations beckon our instinct back to its natural awareness and somewhere, innately, we seek that profound truth.
I think often times around the Holy Week (Semana Santa) many of us become reflective. It is a time to remember, reflect, and consider the reality of our human journey. For some, naturally, its another week of relaxation, relief, and a stretch away from the mundane routine. Others find escape among the natural beauty of Creation. Some draw away from the opportunity to learn from within and pour themselves more deeply into their profession to ease the pain of their reality.
Through valleys of darkness and the mountain cliffs of sheer vast beauty, I experience each day as it comes. Though the global community spins ever so quickly as it hums toward its final breath, I wholeheartedly attempt to gather wisdom from the lapping tide of ocean depths.
During the Holy Week, for me, I see the reflection of memories. I remember the positive, negative, and places where change needs to happen. In that reflective moment, just in this season, individuals have wandered into my pathway that have encouraged me in ways that I see further hope where I never saw before. Whether it be an encouraging word, a gesture of kindness, or an act of generous humility, I find myself thinking rather that I am not lost in this forest, but rather found. So it is, with our God, when the moment, I believe, the Christ was lost from our visible eyes so many thousand years ago, it was just the appearance of the physical visibility while no one knew in the spiritual realm what was happening. It seemed to everyone that it was lost. The cause was gone and we were left with the words of memories.
Words spoken. Actions taken. Miracles observed. People healed. Lives transformed. Relationships restored. All was gone through the action and horrific brutality of humanity.
It was over. All lost. Hope vanished.
I remember feeling that emotion nearly one month ago when my colleague and I were completely stripped of everything in our possession. With a gun in my face, I was ripped of all of my identification, value, and humanitarian aid for others. Within 5 minutes or less, everything that I held in that moment had vanished. Hope was gone and I was left with my horrified memory. The young men had ripped the watch off of my arm, ripped my backpack from my arms, and grabbed my neck and ripped the chain away from me. On that chain was a treasured gift of a cross. It held much sentimental value to me and everything was gone. Within a flash, all had changed. Empty and full of grief, my colleague and I left the scene and headed toward the police station.
It was all lost. I had no idea how I was going to recover and more than anything else, how I was going to make progress happen with such a massive setback. I wondered where was my God in this moment. I wondered where had He gone. Perhaps like so many people over this Holy Week, He had stepped out for a holiday. I was horrified.
In that moment. In the very moment of complete desperation, from way off in the distance, is a glimmer of a shining bulb of radiating light. It is so hard to see because we are so overwhelmed with the darkness of grief. The horrible pain of grief stabs into the retina of our vision and ability to see hope and so we recede to the fact that it must be gone.
The moment that we lose everything is the moment we find we have gained the most important thing. Hope restored. In the simplicity of realizing that alone and on our own power and strength, we are truly nothing, it is then, we have won and we realize that we never were lost.
We were found. We have always been found. There was never a moment that my God left me. He may have been out of my visible sight because I was grieving the pain of the loss, yet, He was still there. I learned a lesson two days later when my colleague came to the door.
It is, and will be, at one point in the journey that we feel we are alone and that the God had left, but as we seek so earnestly, we shall find, He is still there.
"Daniel," my colleague Saul said to me, "look what I found underneath the carpet of the car," he exclaimed.
I looked at his hand that he had extended toward me and he unwrapped his fingers from around a hidden object.
"La cruz," (the Cross)."
It had been there all along. The cross never left. Where I thought it had been snatched from my very body and stolen from my life, this incredible treasured gift that I so gratefully hold close, had remained. It was never lost, yet, it had been found. It had become hard to find because I was so frantic and hurried with grief, yet, it was still there, ever so present. A profound lesson for my journey as I continue to consider each day, how to learn those incredible profound lessons that shimmer in our view to bring us closer to our destiny and eternity.
In this grand journey of life, I realize, that I had never been lost, rather He had just been watching, loving, and caring for me from a place that my pained grief could not see. Oh how grateful I sing with hope.
My prayer for each of us today is that we find what we once thought was lost and find the reassurance that it was never actually lost, rather it was there all along.
Daniel M. Klopp
Advocate 4 Marginalized individuals & communities globally
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