Seek To Understand.

 I recently watched a documentary of 9/11. It was one of many I have watched over the years since the attacks took place. The one thing that always gets me from these shows are the phone calls from the people on the planes & towers to their loved ones. People calling their husbands, wives. Dads, moms. Sister, brothers. Children. Telling them that they loved them. I didn't hear any calls of hatred toward anyone. Just telling family how much they love them in their last moments.

After watching the latest documentary, all I wanted to do was hug my wife and daughter tighter than ever. Hold them close and tell them how much I love them. Call my brothers and their families and tell them the same. Aunts, Uncles, Cousins!

All the people who died on 9/11 did not know it would be their last day. None of us know when our last day will be.

James 4:14 Amplified Bible

14 Yet you do not know the least thing about what may happen in your life tomorrow. [What is secure in your life?] You are merely a vapor [like a puff of smoke or a wisp of steam from a cooking pot] that is visible for a little while and then vanishes [into thin air].

After this latest documentary I attended a visitation for a friends mom who passed away. I understood that a couple of her sons hadn't talked with each other in a very long time. They were mad at each other for some reason or another. On my way to the funeral home, I was thinking about this. Surely they can put aside their differences for a night, to come together for their moms visitation. 

Boy, was I wrong!

When I entered the funeral home (one I have visited quite often, so I was aware of the layout) I could see the casket, my friends brother, then my friend. Then there was large gap (probably 15-20') between the next set of relatives. When I approached that part of the family (I didn't know who they were) I introduced myself and they told me who they were. I asked (innocently) if the brothers were getting along for the moment? I found out that this group of family were the one brothers family that were not talking to the other. In fact, the husband (her son) wasn't even in attendance. Then it all clicked. Why they were so spread apart from each other. That made me sad. That the one son couldn't even come to the visitation and put his feelings aside for just a few hours. That his family was separated from the rest of the family.

This is what I am seeking to understand. While watching that documentary about 9/11, the phone calls that were being made to family members and loved ones, to say how much they loved them. Why do families not come together during these times of need. To comfort one another? I understand families fight and do not get along, but still. Put those feelings aside for an evening, if not for anything at least do it for your mom or dad, or whomever. I could not imagine not going to a family members funeral because of disagreement I have with another family member. When my mom passed, it brought our family closer together!

So I encourage you, to put away silly pettiness when things happen to your family. Come together and mourn together. After it's all over, you can back to your separate camps.

Psalm 133:1 New Living Translation

1 How wonderful and pleasant it is when brothers live together in harmony!

God bless.

Rev. Kev.