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Date: 28 September 2006 21:05:27
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Blank page, lack of ... How to start... Want to say something, just don't know what or how.
On monday a crane overturned, killing two people, one bystander and the crane operator himself. A terrible tragedy amongst many others on the days news. I barely heard it, my ears aren't working properly through this cold and the news is full of such sadnesses which affect people in so many ways that you have to stop and give thought to even though the newsreader is already onto the next part of the show.
The drivers name was Jonathon, he and his wife and son were new members at the church I attend. I say new, they've been with us a few months at least but, as I'm on the teens side of things, our paths hadn't crossed more than simple hi's and the occasional word said here and there. His wife came and spoke to me once while I stood at a bus stop and, to my huge embarassment I didn't recognise her. I mean I did recognise her but I'd been in wall to wall meetings for 5 hours by that point and my mind was bobbling in an overheated stew and I couldn't think why I knew her face. We chatted and chatted again after that as I explained that basically I can only think of 2 or 3 things at once at best.
This Sunday just gone was the christening of their son. I was at home feeling ill, wifey came back and told me about how it had gone, how the son had a name that the vicar had taken a shine to saying and how it had been a very positive and sunny harvest service. Then, 24 hours later, everything has become sad. Someone phoned us on the prayer chain late the monday night and said something may have happened but there was no confirmation. The next morning someone else phoned with the confirmation. What do you pray when you fear the worst and what do you pray when the worst comes to pass? So many questions pop up in my mind, so many pictures and what ifs and regrets and all sorts really and that must be a fraction of what his wife must be feeling and what can you say? You want to try and help, to find something to say that will help but what? I know that it's better to say something than to say nothing and I know that there are others that are helping while I lie here in a haze of indecision and inconsequential ouches (first day of teaching today, throat held out, just, ulcers in mouth from the strepsils throbbing, joints cold acheing that sort of thing) and I know that no prayer is wasted... but what do we say... For such a horrible thing to happen so soon after what must have been a proud moment of joy. I hope that the christening is something that never gets lost and yet how can it not? Lord strengthen those who comfort the mourners and be with those who mourn.
Not after answers, just trying to verbalise what keeps flittering though any and every thought since the phone call came. Prayers appreciated for all of the people involved, the other victim of the accident was also a father of one and their sense of loss must be equally numbing. Read through this a couple of times now, still don't know if it's right to post... So many questions, so few answers. So much we'll never know. So help us God.