Friendships can end, relationships can end, aquaintanceships can end.
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I imagine that in Heaven all the -ships that ever sailed the earth—ones that wrecked, ones that went adrift, ones that never fully set sail, ones that sailed for a lifetime, ones that sailed for two minutes—will all be in one gigantic regatta. Who will you sail with? Think about all the -ships you ever knew. It seems that this side of eternity just can't bear the prolonged sailing of some.
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My favorite phrase from Lessons and Carols is "upon another shore, in a greater light." Even though it is for Christmas, it relates nicely to this analogy. Lent turns my mind to the dull and deep aches of our current shore and the -ships that ride it. Some don't sail for very long. But in their finiteness they prepare us for what is ahead, I was recently told. It would be silly to regret riding any -ship on glittering seas simply because it eventually docked—it was good, it still is good that it was good, it prepares us for something good. Among other things, I'll trust it prepares us for that other shore, where -ships of "that multitude which no man can number" can all sail for infinite time, and by which point we'll be prepared to give infinite thanks.
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Hold the phone: one -ship that need never end on this earth is worship. (ya NO I did not say WARSHIP sheesh! :)