I remember Christ’s death on Good Friday, celebrate Christ’s resurrection with joy on Easter, then immediately go back to experiencing sorrow and pain by remembering my Father’s death. It is like reaching a beautiful mountain top only to have a storm roll in and quickly rush you off, having you descend in darkness and experience fear.
I’m sure this is how much of the world feels now during this current pandemic. Much of the world together remembered Christ’s death and then celebrated his resurrection this Easter Sunday only to wake up Monday morning to the Covid-19 storm clouds rolling in.
Read More A THRONE IN DARKNESS: remembering my Father’s death after celebrating Easter
Photo Credit: Philippe Wojazer / Reuters Saturday morning my wife, Stephanie, and I with our friends and family celebrated the new life and coming birth of our twin sons, Abel James and August John Elliott. Gray clouds covered the sky, and a steady rain fell on the ground, a typical spring day in the South Puget […]
Read More As the Ruin Falls: Pain & Beauty; Destruction & Resurrection
John Francis Elliot, my father, died twenty years ago on this day: Where were you at my soccer games? Where were you at my high school graduation? Where were you when I graduated college with honors? Where were you when I joined my soul with my wife in marriage? Where were you? Where […]
Read More 20 Years
I find myself writing on death quite frequently. Every year for the anniversary of my father’s death, I write a theological reflection and meditation on the concept and reality of human death. Death has always had a certain hold on me, and I have always had a certain contemplative fascination with it as both a […]
Read More Death in the Garden: A Reflection on my Grandmother’s Death
Peter Lawler stated in a recent article, “Philosophy is learning how to die, to get over obsessing about your personal significance. Being (existence) itself is not in our hands.” Lawler aligns himself with great thinkers such as Plato, Cicero, and Montaigne in believing that Philosophy has the purpose of preparing oneself to die. Shakespeare […]
Read More Medicine for an Anxious Heart: a Christian Meditation on Death and Fear
A child of five years I was Sitting, waiting, confused. People whispering in hushed tones; People crying with sorrowful mourns. “Where’s mommy?” I asked. No response. No one wanted to answer. No one did answer. A child of five I was; Lifted up, looking at, and wondering why Everyone was watching daddy sleep. “Why is […]
Read More The Paradox of Death
Today, being the sixteenth anniversary of my father’s death, I reflect and meditate on the truths of God pertaining to death and life. This is my consolation. Reflecting on the nature of God truly is the only consolation I have found in this life, in my sorrow. Asking questions of God, and meditating on how […]
Read More Thoughts on Fatherhood from One Who is Fatherless