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November 23, 2011

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Regardless of cruel distance, time, or space,

These old, familiar walls will ever be,

Forever cherished in dear memory,

I shan’t forget a single smiling face.

As I walk through my room, Echo Canyon (the classroom, and girl’s lodge), Snow Wolf Lodge, and the beautiful landscape of Colorado’s mountains, I realize how much I will miss this place. I’ve come to see it as my home. I’ll miss Dr. Bauman, family movie night, cribbage, the mad dash with my roommate out the door in the morning as we arrive at breakfast with less than a minute to spare, adding funny quotes to the quote wall, “sledding” (more accurately, sliding down the hill while wearing trash bags, penguin style), staying up way too late and suffering for it the next day, pretending to enjoy work crews (come on, you know it’s true), and all the other experiences that have made this semester unforgettable. They are deeply embedded in my heart and mind, and I will treasure them for the rest of my life.

I shan’t forget a single smiling face,

But O, my heart doth languish in despair,

For I must leave, no longer tarry there,

The hour nigh, my time has come apace.

In the family meeting this morning, Dustin talked to us about all the adjustments and changes we’ll have to make once we get home, what days we need to pack, and logistics about home-bound plane flights out. I could see on everyone’s faces the despair and apprehension about the very thought of leaving. Most of us spent the better part of the meeting valiantly fighting back tears. Even as I write this, a deep sadness wells up in me as I reflect on what a very large part of me it all has become; this place, these people, the memories, the laughter, the tears, the good and the bad. But it seems like just yesterday we all arrived, strangers destined to become family. And now, so quickly, the harsh reality is that we must leave; the times are changing, and these days will never return to us.

The hour nigh, my time has come apace,

To speak the truth into the wand’ring soul,

With seasoned word, convict; with grace, console,

This glorious purpose, gladly, I embrace,

In spite of the sadness, the loss of this community, we all have much to look forward to. This place is not our home; it is a place of preparation. Our leaving here marks the beginning of the rest of our lives. We have had the enormous and weighty privilege of living and learning here what few people will ever experience over the course of their whole lives, and it comes with the responsibility borne by all who have received such knowledge and understanding and wisdom; we must share it. We must change our world. 

God has given us this incredible blessing, not only the desire, but now the ability - and thus the responsibility - to make a difference wherever he calls us. Not in pride should we venture forth from here, but with humility. We must restore a broken world, heal its hurts, answer its questions, all in the strength of him who brought us here and now sends us out. We have hope. Just as Jesus said, unless a seed falls to the ground and dies, unless we allow our seasons of life to come to a close in acceptance and anticipation, there will be no fruit. But if a seed dies, it will produce a bountiful harvest. We go now with the scythes of the good news of the gospel, all we’ve learned here, to reap the harvest of souls prepared for us in advance to gather for God’s glory. 

Pray for us now that we will do this, that the wealth we’ve received will implant itself deeply into our very souls, our identities, in humility and effectiveness, and that we do this work unto him who made us and gave us all we are and have. Pray that we will help in the reconciling of the world to God, one heart, one family, and one friend at a time.

Regardless of cruel distance, time, or space,

These old, familiar walls will ever be,

Forever cherished in dear memory,

I shan’t forget a single smiling face,

I shan’t forget a single smiling face,

But O, my heart doth languish in despair,

For I must leave, no longer tarry there,

The hour nigh, my time has come apace.

The hour nigh, my time has come apace,

To speak the truth into the wand’ring soul,

With seasoned word, convict; with grace, console,

This glorious purpose, gladly, I embrace,

I’ll change the world, but ne’er forget this place,

Regardless of cruel distance, time, or space.

 

By: Christie Weakly

Christie is a lover of home, and is driven to communicate the power of home and family in the shaping of culture. Her other area of passion is the world of science and computer technology. She studied computer science and software engineering at her local community college, and prayerfully plans to transfer to Oral Roberts University to complete a four-year MBA in the same subject. She has traveled extensively with Whole Heart Ministries, assisting at their conference and in maintaining an active blog for Christian moms. A black belt in taekwando, Christie loves tea, music, and zebras, and “deeply desires to bless others."


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