Gebed vir Tinka

 

Father

We pray best when we have no idea what to say. It is then that your Holy Spirit intercedes for us.  You know what it’s really like inside. You know what we need most. You know our collective hearts and our shared grief.  You know too our utter despair, our complete desperation.  You know how fragile we are, how close we come to losing hope and giving up and giving in to this hollow void that has opened up among us.  Grant us words, Father.

 

Vader,

Kom ons so te staan voor die dood, oorweldig ons die gemis en bevraagteken ons die sin in als.  As ons vir leer lus het onder hierdie omstandighede, is die les van hierdie seer seker dat ons in saamwees sin kry en eers mens word wanneer ons liefde deel. Dan weet u seker dat ons vandag minder mens is. Tinka is van ons af weg.  Niemand hier voel dit soos Frans, Francois, Willem en Christel en Marianna nie.  Van almal het hulle u troos die meeste nodig.  Maar ons vergeet ook nie dat Tinka vir soveel ander van ons n tweede ma was nie.  Vir my eie kinders. . .

 

And for so many others who found a niche in her spacious heart.  So many of us found healing at her hand, and wholeness in her care. Christine was not just professionally a doctor, she was one with all her being.  We have come here to tap from your love’s reserves so that we might have enough of it to share around as we try to fill the gaping hole her going has left.  This is what we have come for: to share grief but also to offer one another the love that mends and restores us to life.

 

Ons verwag nie vandag n wonderwerk nie, Here. Ons vra nie dat U wat gebeur het omkeer, of dat ons met n hup in die stap hier uitloop nie.  Ons kom vra U vir geduld met ons.  U weet ons is net stof en as, ons moet dit nog besef en daarmee leer saamleef, en elke keer as die dood ons daaraan herinner, ruk dit. Ons wil graag slaag met geloof wat uitstyg bo hierdie grond uit, en uitdagend vra “waar is jou angel?”, maar vandag gaan ons daarmee sukkel.  Dog, gee ons u woord, Here. Ons wag op U om te praat.  Ons wag dat u woord kom sê wat ons moet doen en hoe ons kan aangaan.   Ons verwag dat wat U sê, vir ons nuwe wêrelde sal laat oopgaan.  Maar dalk hoor ons ook nie vandag so goed nie.  Moenie na vandag stilbly nie, Here, raas, raas in ons ore.

 

TinkaRage, rage against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

As ons net vandag n klein treetjie uit hierdie duisternis uit kan vorder: van rou na viering, van pynlike gemis na goeie herinnering, van verlange na vrede, is dit vir nou genoeg.  U ken ons, U weet wat om te doen.

 

It is significant that Christine has brought us here to you, Father, to reflect on life and how to live it, and to deal with death and its aftermath.  We expected nothing less. She is one of your own.  Today she shares with us her secret to life.

If indeed “there is no secret so close as that between a rider and his horse,” (Robert Smith Surtees, “Chapter XXX: Bolting the Badger,” Mr. Sponge’s Sporting Tour, 1853), and if “a horse is the projection of peoples’ dreams about themselves – strong, powerful, beautiful – and . . . has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence,” (Pam Brown) then Christine coaxes us here from the mundane to the sublime.

She reveals to us the secret of her life with people and her death from a horse: it is still all about God and all about love. From her life and death continues to shine your grace, your face.

 

It is said that “the essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire.”  (Sharon Ralls Lemon) We are grateful, Lord, for having been with Christine.

 

She has left much the same impression: of grace, of beauty, of spirit and of fire.

 

Kom, Here, troos ons tog.  Dis nie dat Tinka so goed was nie, maar dat U haar liewer het as Uself, en U Seun gegee het in ruil vir haar lewe, wat ons hier verligting gee. Sê dit weer vir ons, Here.  Sê dit tot dit deurdring en n verskil maak.

 

En verlos ons van ongeloof en bose verbittering.

 

Want aan U behoort die koninkryk en die krag en die heerlikheid. Tot in ewigheid.

 

Amen.

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