LONG, long ago it seems, I was
given the vision of grief as an invitation onto the Intrepid — a barely seaworthy vessel — to mount the furious whitecaps
of open ocean. Like a bathtub, the vessel I was aboard, seemed so defenceless
against the frenzied waves as they licked and lapped at its hull. As I continued
to bob and float, somehow managing not to sink nor take on too much water, and
despite my seasickness (yes, I do get seasick!), I became aware of the resilience
of my vessel, Intrepid.
The longer I managed to float, in
spite of the temerity of the swell and roughness of the seas, the more confident
I came to feel about my chances of surviving to find dry land. I had gotten so
used to feeling sick I was no longer bothered as much by it. My perspective was
changing the longer I sojourned the voyage. I was adapting to my environment.
Suddenly there was land in sight.
Yet the closer I got to the land the weaker I was feeling. I felt as though I’d
die half a step before the finish of this great race.
The next moment I was on my back,
struggling to breathe, with people all around me, some trying to revive me. And
the following moment I recall — having drifted again into unconsciousness — telling
my story… aboard Intrepid.
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The Vision Explained Through Real and
Raw Experience of Grief
Intrepid is the journey that is our
lives with God. Life is the sea, and God is in the sea too, given he’s created
everything. The most significant part of the vision is the length of the journey — notice that the longer the journey went,
the more confidence I came to have that I’d not sink and be drowned.
The point was not how long I had to
endure the grief.
The point was, with God’s help, the longer the
grief lasted, the more I was mastering it.
If I’d have died out there on the
crests and troughs, God would have taken me to heaven; no loss there for me,
only for others who love me. Physical death isn’t what we should be most afraid
of — it’s spiritual death of never knowing God we ought to most fear.
The length of the journey out on
those wild seas wasn’t to be lamented. The length of the journey out there,
away from safe land, taught me something I’d never have known or seen if I hadn’t
experienced it for myself. My adapting to my environment was an eternal
compensation in this life for what I’d eternally lost — my lost-to-self life; a
loss that’s actually a gain.
God was making me stronger for the knowledge
of his faithfulness; his unforsaken love couldn’t be seen unless I had every
other crutch of my own removed.
I couldn’t understand how faithful
a vessel God had given me in Intrepid unless
I actually experienced her seaworthiness in the heat of battle. God was with me
in Intrepid, all the way, in every
way.
In seeing his faithfulness, gaining
more and more confidence in him the longer I sojourned, my anxious heart learned
to be still. My mind came to accept that life is life, nothing more, nothing
less. My mind and heart agreed: trust God in everything.
Grief’s Purpose: to Usher Us, Through
Invitation, Into Healing
Grief is an opportunity at healing
we’d never get otherwise. Because we have much to be healed, yet we’d never
otherwise know, God will allow grief to occur in our lives, so we must trust him. We’d have no
reason or call to trust him otherwise.
Intrepid is the passage of faith
through life that comes into its own the moment we’re struck by grief.
To be healed of our states of
implicit brokenness we must lose everything before we can hope to gain what is
truly of value: a true God-shaped perspective for life, without which our lives
would be, and have been, utterly forlorn. Only as we stand back from this view
are we able to hold both lives in vivid contrast: the life without dependence
on God — a life that was vapid in vainglory — and the life with God truly in
charge. Once we have the latter we’d never be tempted to go back to the former.
So we have before us two quite
striking images. One life that was sailed over the crystal clear ponds without
as much as a whisper of hardship — though there were hardships, but we made our
own way in prideful ignorance to their meaning in our lives. The other
encountered the surreptitious seas first by complaint, then by a surly resolve,
then by a calmed acceptance. But the passage to the latter was only possible
with God.
The longer we survived the harshest
of environments, the more we realised our capacity for resilience.
The longer we grieved the more we
saw the purpose in it; to learn that we could cope with any reality of life.
And that’s healing; to know we’ve got the capacity to bear anything life could
throw at us — with God, not without.
Grief is the invitation to journey
through the barren lands of brokenness into the eventual hiatus of healing.
Healing’s not a destination, but a
journey sojourning with God, happy with his provision, ever won to doing his
will.
Grief’s purpose is to traverse us
from self-dependence to God-dependence; from self-consciousness to
God-consciousness. Until we’re found we’ll ever be lost.
Grief is the opportunity to adapt
to a new environment; the way life has now become. It’s not the end of what was
glorious. It’s glorious that a self-dependent life has ended.
Grief shows us that we can live
life under any and all circumstances, where adaptation is maturity, and contented
acceptance is our soul’s salvation.
Grief shows us where Jesus walks,
and where Jesus walks we’re shown how to walk our grief by faith into healing.
Grief’s healing is the
manifestation of walking the life of reality with authenticity. The more
authenticity we’re blessed with, the more grief we’ll see, experience, and be equipped
to handle.
© 2015 Steve Wickham.