On Friday, June 7th, as I was heading to the house of prayer, I missed a turn and ended up on the scene of a horrible wreck (no professionals had arrived). A young girl, Emily Gibson (20), was thrown from her 1998 Forerunner and was laying in the middle of the street. I began to speak to her and remind her of the love of Jesus and prayed desperately for God to break in and do something for this girl in her time of need. She fought hard for 2 days and even made it through an emergency brain surgery that we did not expect her to come out of. On Sunday at approximately 10pm Emily died. Over the course of those two days, the Gibson’s took me in as family and allowed me to speak openly about God’s love. They asked me if I would do the celebration service for Emily’s life at a local park. Yesterday, I stood in front of a large crowd who came out to show their support for the family and to honor Emily. After talking to friends of mine who had lost children, I did the best that I knew how to speak directly into the hard issues: Where were you God?, Why didn’t you heal her?, the guilt from not being a better friend or family member, etc.
I dont think any of us have a clear reason as to why, but we do know that God is still good in the midst of tragedy. We know that through one persons death that many were able to hear about the love of the Father on Father’s Day. We know that we can go to the Cross and exchange all of our pain and regret and messed up lives for the life of Christ. We know that if we will give our lives to Jesus that every single one of our mistakes will begin to work together for good. We know that no matter what we have been through that God’s plans for our lives are still good and that He will be with us to the end.
This is something a friend of mine posted this morning on Facebook. I wanted to share this with everyone.