But that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country . . . makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
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It’s been a long week.
In the parish, we have cancer and chemo times two, one house fire with arson and theft, one gravely ill and hospitalized, 5 in jail and 2 newly arrived for a total of 7, two homeless (four with children included, but two households), a tense custody battle, alcoholism, drug addiction, depression, infirmity, broken appliances, broken cars (or even totaled cars), home repairs, financial issues, marital issues, child rearing issues (a.k.a. financial and marital issues) and a few more I failed to mention because I am too tired to type them at the moment . . .
Fortunately, we have no need to dread the “undiscovered country”. We know the Sovereign of that fair land and have been adopted as His children. We don’t fly from ills we know to those we do not. We fly from a well understood world of brokenness to a place of beautiful perfection.
Now, off to sleep, and perchance to dream . . .
Ay, there’s the rub . . .
Please, don’t take this too seriously – I’m just tired.
After all . . . tomorrow is another day.