In The Company of Job
I attended the funeral today of the daughter of a friend. Sloan Claery was 19 years old; killed in a car wreck over the weekend. I don’t know the details of the accident and they are mostly unimportant to me. What is important is that my friend lost his oldest daughter.
What do you say at a time like that? Nothing. There are no words that will assuage the grief. Grief is a process that will only be accomplished through time… not through words. He does need supportive friends. Friends who, like Job’s three friends, would be willing to sit for days and nights on end without saying a word. But, unlike Job’s friends, would not resort to bland apologetics and empty explanations of God’s sovereign plans for his creatures. He does not need to hear that.
Mark and his family have joined the company of Job. No, I don’t mean the production company for our opera. I mean that he is, like so many others, enveloped in the company of suffering humanity and will probably never know or understand why he finds himself there.
My thoughts and prayers and tears are with you, Mark.
- Posted in : Random Precision
- Author : Don Harris
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