Yesterday I heard that a business associate is going through what I have come to call an “Oh Well” event – one of those experiences when life doesn’t make sense – in this case death, untimely and unexpected. We all face it at some point. I began to term these life experiences as “Oh Well” a couple of years ago when a friend lost her son just before his high school graduation in a freak fishing/swimming accident. As I waited my turn to greet her prior to the funeral, I thought, what can I possibly say? I simply said, “I am so sorry.” As we hugged, she whispered in my ear, “Oh well.” Those words stuck with me. Afterwards, I gathered up all of the newspaper articles and obituaries I had collected over the years of these unexpected, untimely deaths of people who had crossed my path and put them in a folder labeled “Oh Well.” When you think about it, we can assess, evaluate, and surmise the remainder of our lives and still not have the answer. Instead, we need peace; and somehow for me “Oh Well” is a cry for peace.
From time to time, I pull out the folder and have a personal memorial day. I remember each person, how they touched my life, and how fragile life is – that we really do need to live each day as though it were our last. And then, I am reminded to ask the Prince of Peace to continue to impart His supernatural peace to the ones who remain.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. I Corinthians 13:12 (NIV)