There's something about the death of someone young that causes us all to stop and ponder our humanity. As much as we realize that we have a beginning and an end, we feel certain that we won't meet that end. At least, not for a long while. Then, the years creep by, and we feel proud to have cheated death for so long. We become overly confident, immortal. We focus ahead, afraid to turn to either side for fear of what we might see. At times, we are successful, but that success is quickly replaced by mourning when we catch a glimpse of the end. Who allowed this turning to the last chapter of the book? Who gave permission for the last Act?
To the mourning family and friends, there are no words of comfort big enough to fill the empty space. There aren't any pearls of wisdom that will take away the pain. It is as if they have become trapped in a soap bubble, fragile and floating along with the breeze. From high above, they see others going on with life, when at any moment they feel they will burst and fly away on the wind.
It is at times like these, that I am reminded about the compassion of our God. I see, in my mind's eye, Him reaching down and scooping up the hurting. Drawing them close, ever so gently. He is so cautious with how He carries them, that they hardly know He's there. And while they cry, their tears pool in His hands. And while they grieve, He folds His hands closed and shelters them. And when they howl from the very depths of their being, He carries them and speaks quiet words of encouragement that only their hearts can hear.
"...those who mourn are lifted to safety" Job 5:11
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." Matthew 5:4
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-4: " There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance."