Life

I was at a funeral today. It was for somebody I had never met. But at some point I had tears in my eyes. And a lump in my throat. I had heard about him. Good things. Not so good things. Now he was no longer living and I was at his funeral. He was gone. I watched people cry. I watched some laugh. Not at him of course, just laughing with each other. Probably remembering happy things about him. Happy times with him. Or maybe they weren’t even talking about him at all. The weather was perfect for a funeral. Dull, dreary, cold. Just how I like it on a regular anyway. People came trickling in slowly. There was no church service. Everything was done by the graveside. And I was taking pictures. I was there to take photographs. And I wanted to do it in the most sensitive way I could. Without being in peoples faces as they bawled their eyes out, and held each other, and grieved for a friend lost. Without making them feel as though they had to keep themselves composed because there’d be a c...

In the Gospel according to St Mathew, we read how at the end of the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus closes by saying, “Whoever hears these words of mine, and does them, shall be likened to a wise man who built his house upon a rock: and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house, and it fell not, for it was founded upon a rock.” My happiness is always in doing what pleases God. Moreover, I am blessed to know that my contentment, which breeds my happiness, is built on another rock, another foundation and that rock is you my friends. Each passing day, whatever you behold and believe in changes the way I reason. Every time I scar my knees and feel weak to soldier on, you give me the support necessary to keep going. With your friendship, I have been able to brave the fierce winds and heavy rains of anxiety, hopelessness and anger. Though each one of us has a different ambition in this world, what we have is a common denominator that we all want to ...