The sting

Our TTC mission team is in Niger right now, and yesterday a precious young lady there (probably in her 20s) – a pastor’s wife and the mom of a nineteen month-old child – died of leukemia.  Our team attended to the funeral:  the deep hole in the sandy soil, the ropes to hand-lower the wooden box, the tears, the tragedy, the terrible loss.

The mom of one of the sopranos in our community choir died yesterday.  She had been in and out of intensive care numerous times in the past year with a series of odd ailments.  Her husband is a doctor.  Mandy’s really young, and I’m an “old” mom, so her mom was probably not much older than me.  Our choir will be singing – and Mandy will be playing the oboe – at her funeral on Friday.  How DOES one sing and play in the face of such loss?

For now, the grave seems to win, and it’s a sure thing that death does sting.  It does a lot more than that.  It rips and it hurts and it aches all the way down.

But these two women were Christians, so as Steven Curtis Chapman sings,

. . . we can cry with hope
We can say good-bye with hope
‘Cause we know our good-bye is not the end
And we can grieve with hope
‘Cause we believe with hope
There’s a place where we’ll see your face again
We’ll see your face again

We have this hope as an anchor
‘Cause we believe that everything
God promised us is true

We wait with hope
And we ache with hope
We hold on with hope
We let go with hope

I simply cannot imagine how people who don’t have that hope go through such tragedies.  It is beyond my ability to comprehend.  I would think the grief would destroy them.  Maybe that destruction is Satan’s kind of victory.

“Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”  Romans 5:5


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