I’m OK…or at least I will be. I’m trying to emotionally care for others and myself after some deaths in our congregation. I’m trying to learn from this experience and not hide from it. I’m trying to experience the grieving process even as I help others with theirs. It’s not easy when there’s work to be done (charge conference and memorial service this weekend) and a play to put on (tonight is opening night).
I’ll be OK. But I am sad. I do mourn. My emotions have been hit hard.
And, you know, that’s OK as well.
I found this quote and thought it was highly appropriate. The bold is my own.
When the church’s theological rejection of sadness was secularised, sadness became a pathology requiring medical intervention. The medicalisation of sadness is the final cultural triumph of the Protestant smile. If Luther or Kierkegaard or Dostoevsky had lived today, we would have given them Prozac and schooled them in positive thinking. They would have grinned abortively – and written nothing. The truth of sadness is the womb of thought.