To know courage is to know the need for it.
And that is, perhaps, the reason why so few of us have come to acquire it.
So much of our lives are spent arranging away awkwardness,
and trying to outgrow our humanity.
But life is grief and love is heartache.
To live is to eventually die;
to love is to experience betrayal and rejection.
The myth is that the latter halves can somehow be avoided,
but the truth is that even death is tethered to God's abundant grace.
For the child of God,
impending expiration is what lightens the weight of suffering
and abbreviates the length of affliction.
Once suffering is rendered light and affliction momentary,
they are no more to be feared than hard work or vaccinations.
For Saturday is coming, and influenza is staved.
Nevertheless, they are wholly worthy of time and tears and attention.
So remember your rejections, your deaths, your betrayals;
acknowledge your abandonments, abuses, and neglect.
It is in the true adventure of traipsing through our histories
that courage is learned and accumulated.
And courage is what real life and Gospel warfare require.
Without it, we will fear.
And if we fear, we cannot love.
But such are the greatest and second commandments: to love.
So take heart. Get up! He is calling you.
Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy!
He who goes out weeping,
bearing the seed for sowing,
shall come home with shouts of joy,
bringing his sheaves with him.