Thursday, October 8, 2009
Best of Times, Worst of Times
It was the best of the times and the worst of times for Daniel’s friend just a few weeks ago. On a Saturday Daniel sang and danced and laughed and clapped and cried for joy at his friend’s Nigerian wedding in another town. A new life, a union of two people and their families, was off to a blessed beginning. But the next day Daniel’s tears fell for a different reason. He was riding home in a convoy of vehicles literally stuffed to the brim with wedding guests when life changed. What he saw happened so fast -- one of their vehicles bust a tire, somersaulted a few times, and landed in front of him. Bodies, blood, and bus parts scattered. He remembers carrying someone whose leg had to be amputated, and having to make the difficult call to his friend to say that the wife’s aunt and some of their colleagues didn’t survive.
How do you tell your friend, a groom of 24 hours? How does the groom tell his wife that some of her family and friends were killed on their way home from the wedding, and that others are severely injured? What comfort do you offer when you’ve witnessed this tragedy?
I can only imagine what Daniel did -- wept alongside them, listened to them, prayed for them, and told them that we have a savior who can relate to and comfort us during such excruciating pain. Please say a prayer for Daniel and his friends to receive that comfort and remember the resurrection.