My Wife Died: I Did What God Asks
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The light of the warm home fire went out. Darkness brooded over the face of every familiar, and precious thing. The trusted companion, and love of my life who had shared all of the changes of the ever-changing way, was taken from my side. The light of our sweet fellowship, and of our loving journey was suddenly extinguished as if by some mysterious, unseen hand stretched forth from the unknown.
“At even my wife died; and I did in the morning as I was commanded.” Ezekiel 24:18)
“I lost the desire of mine eyes.”
I was alone. “At even, my wife died; and…in the morning…
“But what about that next morning, when the light broke almost obtrusively upon a world that had changed into a cemetery, containing only one grave? All I know is that
“In the morning; I did what I was commanded.”
The command had been laid upon me in the days before my bereavement. Life in our little home has been a source of true inspirational fellowship, and loving companionship. In the evening times, after all of the many little things there were to do in a day; we would both turn to our home, and being together, as the perfect comfort, and rejuvenation. Immersed in the sweet sanctity of married life, the romance never ended. No matter how sick she got. It just continued. We both found in our togetherness, the restoration and inspiration, that would prepare us for another day. But, today;
“at even my wife died.”
The home is no longer a refreshing bath, or a loving embrace, or a lovingly cooked meal. And the hard, dusty road travelled each day will lead no more to an oasis; but rather to a roiling continuance of the wilderness.
But, what of the prophet’s command here?
“At even, my wife died; and in the morning – the commandment?”
How does the old duty appear in the gloom of my bereavement? Duty, still clamant and insistent, now absorbed into the shadows; as it became loud and importunate in the light. What now shall I do? Take up the old burden, and faithfully trudge the old road? Impossible. Go out into the loneliness, and try to go on with the old tasks? But why?
Perhaps I can find the secret of that little bit of light at the end of this chapter, from Ezekiel 24?
“Thou shalt be a sign unto them; and they shall know that I am of The Lord.”
Being broken hearted doesn’t have to be the end of the story. Perhaps going back to some of the old duties; and by the manner of so doing, others will be compelled to believe in Jesus too? Is that the secret motive in the “dark night of the soul?”
Our wonderful Lord wants our conspicuous crises to be opportunites of testimony; our seasons of darkness should afford some sort of unveiling of The Divine. Jesus wants duty to shine more resplendently, because of the environing shadows of grieving;
Jesus only wants my tribulation to assist in “letting my Light shine.”
Isnt that why Paul says:
Rom 8:15 For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.”Rom 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”
Jesus wants to manifest the sweet grace of continuance; of searching for the little bit of light and opportunity amid all of the sudden and saddening upheavals of this stormy life. This was Ezekiel’s triumph; and that leaves me to wonder, can this be my opportunity too? Could I possibly make my calamity a witness to the eternal? Will I too be able to make my decrepit loneliness minister to our Lord? Is my grieving able to intensify my calling to beyond this insistent hour of grief?
Sure; I can take up the old task. And in taking it up; it can be glorified…as I “choose this day whom I will serve…”
“At even, my wife died. And in the morning I will do what God tells me. The evening sorrow has come to me. How shall it be for me, once the funeral is over? That “joy that comes in the morning,” (Psalms 30:5), for me will be the resurrection morning. (1 Thes 4;12-18).
Truly, “weeping may endure for the night; but joy comes in the morning.” (Psalms 30:5)
I will expect that special morning…that Light In The Clouds. When Jesus gathers us all together, unto Himself on the resurrection morning. As long as the darkness lasts; I will expect that Light. (Micah 7:8). I will wake up every day, expecting the light of Christ in the dark clouds. (1 Thes 4: 13-18) In the thick darkness, (Job 38:9) Jesus is there. Jesus comes near “in the thick darkness…”
I expect it. (Deut 4:11)