It actually started yesterday. Tony asked if I had heard about a fatality accident that happened early Sunday morning. I had not. Evidently it was not far from our house. After our morning gathering at Snow Hill I received a text from a friend. One of our mutual friends’ son was clinging to life at Children’s Hospital. Later in the evening the prognosis was worse. Heading to the office this morning I faced a delay as an apparent accident stalled traffic on my street. (For those of you not familiar with where I live, that is very abnormal.) Later I learned a couple of teenagers had been in a collision with a tractor-trailer rig and were ejected from their vehicle. The aftermath of the event left their truck in a bad way. A few hours after that scene I was told the two survived with what at the time appears to be “minor” injuries. My mother sent a text that a long time family friend had left this life. I received a visit from one of our men who told me about the family of the fatal accident early Sunday morning. The loss marked the family’s second child who had died. A text a couple of hours later confirmed my friends’ fears. No brain activity. Good-byes would be said and devices removed. A 3 year-old son would leave a void for his family. Just a short time ago a call came that one of the men we met through our Wednesday evening times of serving our community lost his battle to cancer. The diagnosis was recent. The re-evaluation revealed stage 4. All in just a couple of weeks. Barbara will miss him.
There are days where I think about my skeptic friends who only find meaning in the material present. A person dies and that is all. I hold on to something more because of the resurrection of Jesus. Though I cannot give a sense of meaning to these disconnected events, I am sure families will struggle endlessly with. “What does it mean?” There are things I would say with confidence it does not mean. But, that leaves me less confident to offer what it does mean.
Today we received a gift offering continued support for our Wednesdays Are for Others at Snow Hill. One of our young men volunteered to help pick up food for our Feed America runs. My Dad came down to help with some work in an office remodel. My wife called having a “Monday” looking for some humor from me. That was funny in itself. A group of men who make runs to pick up food from the Feed America program self-identified as, “BoysRUs.” They are all retired. We received a couple of calls from people in need of food this week. We will be able to help. The clinic is open this week. I just added a patient.
I am left with understanding and underscoring that the very least we can do is live out the life and love of Jesus for those experiencing the tragedies of life, those facing the normal needs of life, those wiling to serve others in the course of life, and offering a bit of humor for those tired from the work of life.