How does one write about a little child dying,
a friend mourning her two-year old,
a chubby little funny face that will no longer smile at us from the playground swing?
How does one deal with the fact that we were just there listening to his daddy tell him bye--that he would see him after work?
And I'm just a friend! How in the world would one deal with this happening to one's own little child?
I don't have any answers at all.
But after sitting through an Easter sermon from a pastor who was obviously praying the same question for our friend's family, I am confident in saying that God knows.
God knows and He loves and He's strong enough that even this blow,
this killer blow of death has no sting.
This is not a victory for the evil one.
There is joy and peace and love to be had in this.
I'm 34 and I've known God's grace for most of those years, but I think my 3yo is wiser.
When we sadly broke the news to our children that our youngest's little friend from Bible study had a tragic accident in his home, we expected some questions.
But our 3yo had no questions. She just lit up. With a huge smile on her face and awe in her voice she said,
"So Atticus is with Jesus RIGHT NOW?!"
Yes, my wise youngest, yes he is.
"So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.”
"O Death, where is your sting?
O Hades, where is your victory?”
... thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord."
1 Corinthians 15:54-58