I don’t think I knew him. Maybe I did. Maybe he was just starting at Concordia University, St. Paul when I was finishing my stint as Campus Pastor. Many in my circles tell me that he was a great person of life, fun, purpose and humor. That’s what makes his drowning in a pond this weekend even more tragic. Too young. Too much potential. Gone on.
Details are still emerging. What happened is still a question. The tragedy is close enough to me that I hurt for my friends who are left empty by his home-going. This is where I want to help. This is where my past informs the present. That’s one of the purposes of tragedy in your life — to help others bump along the dark tunnel of pain just like you did, to show others that the hopelessness of the now fades into the hopefulness of the not yet. Your loss shines perspective’s light on others going through the same thing.
2 Corinthians 1:4 says, “God comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.”
So I want God to use that dark chapter in my story to help give light to those just writing theirs. When needed, I will use what God taught me in any way I can.
Life always squashes death. Love always soothes sadness. In it all, God is still a loving dad, calling home those whom he pleases and walking with those whom he loves.