The language of grief is not one in which anyone desires to become fluent, yet it is one that at some point in our lives, we will all have to utter.
Some in life are fluent from birth, growing up as native speakers dwelling in the land of sorrow.
Others learn from experience and gather a vocabulary over time.
The tones of grief may come across harsh and heavy. Yet the depth at which the speakers can address the issues of the heart cannot be compared.
Sometimes in knowing this language you feel as if you are an immigrant struggling to express yourself and only getting looks of curiosity in return.
However, when you are out, and you hear someone speak it. You notice.
You see them, you see the depth of the words just expressed. Although you may be strangers, you have a common language.
Sometimes in having learned the language you serve as a translator for others. This is a gift and a humbling opportunity, to see the emotions of one conveyed to another with understanding and empathy.
As followers of Christ, we have the opportunity to translate the gospel into this language. That under the harsh tones there is a resilient hope. The familiarity of grief does aid in this translation, but a familiarity with the gospel is just as important. In knowing and learning about the intricacies of grief may we also grow in understanding of the intricacies of the gospel.
May we speak with love, may we speak with truth, may we speak with hope and may we hear those longing to be understood.