No Answers
Haven't written in a few days, but was thinking about something since this weekend.
Friends of mine were involved in a tragedy. Their cousin's little two year old boy died over the weekend. Simply, he never woke up from his nap. My friend happened to be there and administered CPR for 20 minutes while waiting on the paramedics, but to no avail. They still are not sure what caused his death, as they await the autopsy report.
I went up to the hospital to be with my friends, as were just traumatized by the situation. The chaplain came and worked with the actual family of the child, so I stayed with my friends to comfort and support them, while watching the grief this young family was going through. I have never witnessed such grief, and such anguish. It made me want to flee, to run home and to grab my daughter, to never let her go again. I wanted to put her in our bed that night, I didn't, but I wanted to. I wanted to stay up all night and watch her, I didn't, but I wanted to.
It still creeps up on me sometimes, thinking of their sadness, of their pain. The funeral will probably be later today. Pray for them. They know the Lord, but they need Him to be very real right now.
What are the answers to situations like these? Can we truly say, "The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord?" How cold do those words sound in the face of such grief. And can one glibbly state that it is the enemy who takes life, not God, but yet still believe in an all-powerful, all-compassionate God? What are the answers? I simply believe having watched this unfold...there are no answers. Maybe one day...
Friends of mine were involved in a tragedy. Their cousin's little two year old boy died over the weekend. Simply, he never woke up from his nap. My friend happened to be there and administered CPR for 20 minutes while waiting on the paramedics, but to no avail. They still are not sure what caused his death, as they await the autopsy report.
I went up to the hospital to be with my friends, as were just traumatized by the situation. The chaplain came and worked with the actual family of the child, so I stayed with my friends to comfort and support them, while watching the grief this young family was going through. I have never witnessed such grief, and such anguish. It made me want to flee, to run home and to grab my daughter, to never let her go again. I wanted to put her in our bed that night, I didn't, but I wanted to. I wanted to stay up all night and watch her, I didn't, but I wanted to.
It still creeps up on me sometimes, thinking of their sadness, of their pain. The funeral will probably be later today. Pray for them. They know the Lord, but they need Him to be very real right now.
What are the answers to situations like these? Can we truly say, "The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord?" How cold do those words sound in the face of such grief. And can one glibbly state that it is the enemy who takes life, not God, but yet still believe in an all-powerful, all-compassionate God? What are the answers? I simply believe having watched this unfold...there are no answers. Maybe one day...
Sometimes, Nothing can be said. The most compassionate thing to do in times like this is just to be there and weep right along with them. then when they are ready, Just be there to offer a helping hand to help them pick up their lives and start over.
Just remember to let them grieve, rant rail and rave, then let them know they are loved and you will be there to listen and offer encouragement when they are ready to hear it.
But I think you already know this.
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Anonymous |
9/12/2006 10:29 AM