The Song in My Head

The song in my head says:

May our hearts always break with the broken.
May our tears always wash the wounded's way.
May hurting ones we love find forever in our hugs
And in our love may the Lord come today.

Last week, two of our sweet ladies lost their babies at about three months in their pregnancies. One was carrying twins. I told folks we had a three angel week. These losses are real losses. We mourn together and believe for the future. I am so sad we lost our babies.

Early Sunday morning three young men flew off the freeway into an immovable tree. Two of them died. One of them was the son of a man I have known and by whom I have been blessed in the Big Country Emmaus community. Zach died. His dad Matt, his mom and brother live on in the shadow of sudden loss. The families of all three boys are striken, and good people who love Jesus with their whole hearts are scrambling to grieve and serve, to offer shoulders and tears. We are so sad the young men died.

We will find no good time to lose a child—not six months before she should be born and not six years before he could be truly an adult. Across the broad sweep of the world, from the lush, autumn, Amish landscape to the deserts of Darfur, we find no good time to lose a child. Our hearts, beating with the pulse of Jesus, fill with sorrow and flow with love. That love is expressed in service that lets the Lord come in our flesh and then into the lives of the sorrowful.

God bless the babies and the boys. God bless those who grieve beyond our knowing. God bless those who come into the circle of sorrow in the name and life of Jesus.

May our hearts always break with the broken.
May our tears always wash the wounded's way.
May hurting ones we love find forever in our hugs,
And in our love may the Lord come today.