I was worried. A particular bad thing had just happened and I filled in the blanks of the future with all things catastrophic as I scurried about to stem the tide of the avalanche sure to come.

After some time, when I had worn myself out from the frenzy, I began to settle into a bit of grief. Another illusion of control dissipated like fog in the light of reality.

While in this sore, yet healthy place, it occurred to me that the “bad” that had taken hold of someone I love had temporarily gotten me as well through second causes.

I realized that when I allow myself to grieve, I am able to drink, into the soil of my humanness, the tears that drop from a weeping Messiah and to metabolize the life that comes from union with a Sympathizer.

It is THAT life I trust to overcome evil with good.