Rejoicing and mourning in any 24-hour period is within the remit of life.
A colleague of mine said recently, “Heaven is constantly weeping and rejoicing at the same time.” (Thanks, Steve Frost)
I once had a conversation with a parishioner who had one sibling announce she was pregnant moments before another sibling announced their partner had miscarried.
Or, the time it was confided to me (a long time ago) by a mother that they had one child marry, and another child announce they were being divorced the following weekend.
Life requires us to balance the juxtaposition of praise and despair, rejoicing and weeping, ecstasy and trauma, and anyone in a helping profession will find that reality visits their postcode regularly.
Life doesn’t seem fair, but as I told a family member recently, the wheels of justice turn slowly in life, but they do in fact turn. Justice does come to the one who is faithful and diligent amid paralysing despair and hopelessness.
The Bible tells us to “rejoice with those who rejoice, mourn with those who mourn.” (Romans 12:15)
It is my firm conviction that life mystifies us and the best we can do is accept that we cannot control the meld of bad that comes with the good. Sometimes we can, however, be bewildered as to why good things happen to some people and bad things happen to others. Life doesn’t seem just. But it is eventually. It is ultimately.
When life is confounding in its harshness, we must remind ourselves that all things have their turn, and they do, when triumph looks our way.