Lately I’ve had reason to remember the old dictum “It’s
better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
As I write I’m dealing with some grief but, in those times
when I can look at the situation objectively, I’m seeing as a good thing that
my heart can break in the way that it has done so. It means I’m not hiding it
away under lock and key and was willing to take a risk to open it up.
Basically, I was reminded that I do have love to give and am
thus refusing to become cynical.
It’s well understood that much music — most notably, the
blues — is created in the midst of pain, and as a musician myself I’ve
experienced that a number of times. It isn’t pleasant at the time but can lead
to beauty in the end.
Six years ago I did a big-band arrangement of a tune I had
composed a quarter-century earlier under similar circumstances; though I
thought the tune was good, though simple, it took on a whole different air once
I started working on the arrangement. After I finished it and my band went through it, our
then-singer called it “heartfelt” — and I knew in that instant that I had succeeded. It has
become the closest thing I have to a masterpiece, though I’d written many
charts before and have since.
A few years ago I learned another, this one spiritual,
reason for going through heartbreak; I actually heard from God, “Now you know
how I feel.” Time and time again He waits for us to come to Him but we run
away, perhaps because we’re afraid to trust, and that grieves Him. But this
time, rather than share my affliction with others, I went to Him first.
Indeed, the Apostle Paul writes in 2
Corinthians 1:3-4, “Praise be to the God and Father of our
Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our
troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we
ourselves receive from God.”
That sympathy helped me recently, as on Sunday just after a
service I spotted a churchmate whom I knew had recently lost her father to
death and waited for her to give her an extended hug. As she sobbed into my
shoulder I was thinking, This is what it’s all about.
Don’t get me wrong — I still have to go through the process
and face the temptation to short-circuit it. But on the other hand, a part of me
can’t wait to see just what else will come from it. As written in Psalms 30:5b,
“[W]eeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”