About a year ago, I saw the saddest sight I have ever seen so far in my life. I talk about it a little more in depth here, but it was the sight of a friend carrying his son's casket down the aisle at church, all by himself, tears running down his cheeks, as he carried him outside to the waiting car. My heart broke for this dad and this family, who was now facing life without their precious son. Every painful year, day, minute, and even second, they would feel the loss of this little person who had filled their lives with love and joy. But, the family said, we know we will see him again. Because of Christ, we know that he will live again.
Last night, while winding down after a long day, I turned on CNN to watch a few minutes of news before bed. Pierce Morgan was talking to the dad of a child who had been killed in the Newtown shooting.
My heart went out to this father, who was so dignified, so compassionate, and yet, at times, the pain would overwhelm his features as he spoke of his little boy. I still get tears in my eyes when I think about his parting words to Morgan about his son. As his face filled with anguish, the dad said: "I will never have him again."
I can't even write these words without crying--the saddest words I believe I have ever heard. I will never have him again. I cannot imagine the pain of believing that your child is lost to you.
I thought about this phrase all night long, wishing I could tell this father that he will see his son again. That, though his body is dead, his spirit lives. That, though he is lost to him now, Christ came that lost things may be found again. Every lost thing.
My mind is heavy with thoughts of these families facing the holidays without their precious children--perhaps because I have a son who is five years old and in kindergarten and my mind keeps putting him in the place of these kids. Perhaps because I have seen friends go through the pain of losing a child and those feelings are still fresh.
I have a favorite conference talk that I share with people often. I carry a copy of it around with me, and I've had the opportunity to hand it out several times to people who are struggling with the the loss of a loved one and share with them the most hopeful words I've ever heard. Here's the link if you want to read it in full, but I am going to include my favorite passage from it. Not only is it appropriate for what has happened in Newtown and for anyone who is struggling right now through unimaginable trials, but also for Christmas, when we remember the Light of the World and the great gift He gave us.
And if you're thinking: Kaylee, this post is too serious and too long and I'm going to skip this quote... I get that. I know I've had a series of kind of heavy posts, and it won't always be this way over here, but sometimes life gets serious. And sometimes we need a reminder of hope.
I've underlined the very best part of this quote, the life changing, hopeful part that I have memorized and think of whenever I get overwhelmed with this life, so if you are going to skip everything else, at least read that.