Tragedy

Yesterday was real.
December 14th, 2012.
Twenty beautiful little children, and six courageous adults lost their lives.
Why?
That is the question that no one has been able to answer.
Investigators drink extra coffee, and do not sleep in hopes to find that answer.
I don't think they will find it.
I don't think it will help bring closure or light to the situation.
I think the way that Christians surround these heartbroken families will bring closure, and peace.
I do not think that a post on facebook about how God has everything in control will help.
That is true, and can be comforting to Christians. But that is assuming that every family that lost a precous child are believers.
This is probably not the case. We are the minority.
What should we do?
Love them like Jesus.
We know the verse. We know the answer.
When Lazarus died, what did Jesus do?
He gave an encouraging sermon? No.
He told them it was apart of His plan? No.
He healed him? Yes, but before that....
Jesus wept.
John 11:35 "Jesus wept."
Two words. They need no elaboration.
Times like these, we want to share the love of Jesus with them.
Maybe we just need to weep with them.
Not have answers, but rather show empathy.
That seems as though it is not enough.
It is what Jesus did.
When my grandfather passed away, what helped was silence.
People that simply hugged me.
Wept with me.
Casting Crowns wrote a song called "Love Them Like Jesus"
These are some of the lyrics:
"You're holding her hand, you're straining for words
You're trying to make sense of it all
They're desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view
They're looking to you
Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him
His yoke is easy, His burden is light
You don't need the answers to all of life's questions
Just know that He loves them and stay by their side
Love them like Jesus."
That is what I intend to do.
Weep for them. Love them like Jesus.
"The truth of God's love is not that he allows bad things to happen. It's His promise that He'll be here with us when they do."
He was there with Mary and Martha when Lazarus died.
He is with these families in Connecticut.
Whether they know it or not.
He is weeping.