In the Muggy Nights after a Month of Headlines
I remember it, how the air was hot even though it was September 2007 and how Mark had crossed the stage, his shoulders carrying the pain.
|Photo Credit: Flickr user Mick Baker Rooster, Creative Commons, cc license|
|Photo Credit: Flickr user David, Creative Commons, cc license|
His voice softer than normal, he had smiled at the forty or fifty students in the darkened worship sanctuary and said, “Well, we had planned to tell you exciting news tonight–“
Several junior high girls squealed in excitement, missing the qualifier.
“– about being pregnant, but Jen and I miscarried yesterday. We’re sad and grieving but we know that God is still good.”
The teens had gasped, sighed, and moved instantly to crowd around us. Not trusting my voice, I had simply nodded and bit back tears. The students and youth leaders engulfed us, putting hot hands on our shoulders, backs, arms, and heads.
Their words spilled out on a sticky muggy September night, and my sadness spilled down and over. They spoke words of grief aloud to us, and to our God, and they hugged us tight.
Today, in this week of muggy days where sadness leaks out for so many names, that image flashes back to me. Because the most comforting thing about that night in 2007 was how they came alongside to simply cry with us and to honor that little one’s life.
In our world with so much violence and grieving and death today, can we just come alongside in the muggy nights to say: we cry with you. We ache with you.
Your loved ones’ names matter. Their lives mattered.
Your names matter. Your lives mattered, and we ache with you and sit in respectful crying sadness with you in the dark muggy nights.
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