Sunday Sermon [Lost Horizon]

Hola mi gente,
I am writing the following on Wednesday, August 24. I hope by the time this is published, I have found a job. I have several interviews lined up, so wish me luck.

Lost Horizon

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A teacher once taught me the following lesson…

In the days before airplane travel became common, people travelled long distances on huge, ocean-going passenger ships. When a ship was about to cast off, the passengers would line the ship’s deck facing the pier, on which their friends and family stood. As the ship’s horn sounded its departure, travelers and their assembled loved ones would wave goodbye to one another. They would wave, blow kisses, and shout out their last farewells and good wishes.

After a while, the ship would be too far away to distinguish who was who in that great mass of passengers, but they still waved and gazed. A few minutes later, they would remain on the pier looking at the slowly disappearing ship.

Eventually, the ship would reach the horizon and disappear completely. Yet, even though the loved ones on dry land could not see their loved ones anymore, let alone speak with them or touch them, they knew they had not disappeared totally. They had just passed over a defining line, the horizon, that separates us from what is beyond. They know that they will see them again.

This can be a metaphor for what happens when our loved ones die. If we are lucky, we can be by their side as they pass on, embracing them and saying our last goodbyes. They go off into that ocean journey that is death. They fade away from us. Eventually they reach the horizon, the defining line that separates this life from what lies beyond. After they have passed that line, , we cannot see them anymore, let alone speak to them or touch them, but we know they have not totally disappeared. They have only passed over a line, death, that separates us from what is beyond.

I was once taught those we love only cease to exist once our memory of them fades. In this way, loved ones who have passed on, live as the reverberations of their actions continue to affect our lives.

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…

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