Yesterday I heard that a friend died. Aimee was a fellow MK who grew up with my friend Katrina in Taiwan. I go to church in Lancaster with some of her cousins. We met a couple years ago around Christmas time when they were visiting the cousins and we road-tripped up to State College area to visit Katrina and her family - she didn't like driving, so I drove. Over the past couple years we kept in touch and I visited her in Charlotte, NC where she was working as a teacher. We went out to eat on my 26th birthday.
On thursday around 7am a pickup truck crossed the center-line and smashed into her head-on. Both cars were traveling at about 55mph. They still don't know why the driver of the other vehicle crossed the line. Apparently the driver doesn't remember either, and there's no evidence of drugs/alchohol or cellphone use. She was on her way to school. She was 25.
I wrote a song last night, but it doesn't do justice to the injustice of death. When my brother died 13 years ago I couldn't find the right words either. Maybe in a million years I'll be able to. Right now all I can do is strain to produce depth of emotion to express the pain of this broken world. I would despair if I didn't know the Intercessor.
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So sorry Hiram. Praying for God's peace upon you and for Aimee's other family and friends.
I'm sorry for your loss, Hiram. I'll keep you and her friends and family in my prayers. Love ya.
Sometimes, there aren't words. And I - the wordsmith - find myself frustrated.
I find it oddly comforting to think about the Spirit interceding with groans too deep for words. Or to think about the fact that so much of John's narration in Revelation hints at visions beyond words.
It's odd, because I like words. And God uses words to speak to us. Yet, when it comes to the really big stuff, words just aren't enough. So the Word becomes flesh. The Spirit groans. And visions of glory dance before our eyes.
What heartbreak. So sorry, Hiram...
thanks guys.
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