This morning was a sudden death in our fellowship. A young woman, wife and mother of two at age 23 suddenly gone.
I have seen this several times in my 6 decades on earth. It's not just painful and wrenching, it's inexplicable. There is no why. There is no reason. It just is.
I tend not to get too theological at a time like this. It rehearses those things all of us know so well. There is nothing except the weeping and pain. Nothing that is except Jesus. And Jesus IS Enough. At the time it can seem trite and hackneyed to declare this truth.
But wait a little while: when the quiet is deafening, when the pain is tripled, when the pressure makes our insides want to scream in a wail of anger, Jesus is there. There in ways that passes any capacity to comprehend. There He is, close, intimate, surrounding, loving, and filled with compassion. Not abstract, not distant, not meaningless. He shows up in those times without answers but with assurance.
Somehow He takes all the pain and ripping in our lives and reweaves them into a new fabric we don't yet see. Our most horrible losses are somehow made not just passively acceptable, but infinitely understood thru an infinite God.
We must now rest in peace. She already is. As much as she is missed, she is whole and complete now. We will be too, someday. That is the blessed hope.
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