Sometimes the words just won’t come. The situation is too heavy for words anyways. The emotions too raw.
Sometimes you just show up, without words. Because just by being there, you show you care.
And sometimes when we just show up, God shows up, too.
Grant asked me if I thought he should walk down there. I don’t know–it may be too awkward. Besides, what are you going to say? You don’t speak their language well enough for a situation like this.
I don’t know, he said. But I think I’m supposed to just go.
Cars lined the streets, tucked away at other houses, blocking one another in. There were so many.
Children filled the yard and the streets. Running, laughing, jumping. Unaware, but still very aware. There were so many.
One caught sight of someone walking down the street. He stopped. When he recognized who it was he ran, screaming, “Grant!” Throwing themselves on him–a herd of children now–he hugged them as they giggled and wiggled.
After all the hugs were given out, the smallest, a big-eyed 4 year-old-girl took him by the hand. She pulled him towards the porch saying, “Mi Mama! Mi Mama!”
What an invitation. Being dragged into a home by a glowing and innocent child where such darkness and sadness were present.
Once inside, more children erupted. Surrounded by grieving parents, a fresh face was a pleasant surprise. More hugs were passed out and nods given to the older ones seated.
In his best Spanish, he told them he was sorry and was praying for the family. Gracias was heard all around the room.
Simple words. Powerful words. Obedient words.
The languages are different, the emotions the same. We all hurt for the tragedy that has evolved just outside our doors. Questions flurry in everyone’s minds.
Why? Wasn’t there another way? What now?
There aren’t many answers yet. But there is something definite. God is still in control. He is still good. And He is drawing people to Him through the most difficult of circumstances.