A Tale of Redemption
Thousands of people descended on Glamis for the Thanksgiving holiday. For most of these, a trip to the sand dunes was probably not life changing. Others will never be the same. Still others, without being present that fateful day, find themselves swept up in the fallout.
I've been told that several crosses mark the tracks where the train hit the ATV. One cross each for Amanda, her brother Jacob, and the other girl, Samantha. They stand in memory of three young lives that were lost in a moment of carelessness. They stand in testimony to two families who came home from the holiday without their children.
The principal of Jacob's school inherited the burden of planning and giving the funeral. This is a man who has walked the school through a long series of tragedies, losing two teachers, three students, and a handful of recent alumni over the last four years. He's no hero, really, and he'll readily admit that, but he has done his best in these hard places.
Bo was at home planning the double funeral and dealing with a plumbing issue a few days ago. (Why does the mundane always rear its ugly head at such times?) The plumber he contacted was one unknown to him, but he figured he'd take what he could get. The plumber thought it best to call home from Bo's house to let his wife know he was running late.
His son answered the phone. Mom can't come to the phone. She's busy looking for a church. The plumber was confused. They were not a church-going family, so why the sudden interest? His wife's answer? They were at Glamis when it happened. She was faced with the reality that tragedy could strike her family at any time. What would they do? Where would they turn? She saw beneath them no foundation, and she realized they would be destroyed by such an event.
The plumber asked Bo if he'd heard about the accident. As a matter of fact...
This could be a string of coincidences. This could be superstition. This could be many things, but I'm looking at this and thinking that this is a case of God showing up and redeeming tragedy. Three kids are gone, but maybe, just maybe, a little beauty can come from these ashes.
I've been told that several crosses mark the tracks where the train hit the ATV. One cross each for Amanda, her brother Jacob, and the other girl, Samantha. They stand in memory of three young lives that were lost in a moment of carelessness. They stand in testimony to two families who came home from the holiday without their children.
The principal of Jacob's school inherited the burden of planning and giving the funeral. This is a man who has walked the school through a long series of tragedies, losing two teachers, three students, and a handful of recent alumni over the last four years. He's no hero, really, and he'll readily admit that, but he has done his best in these hard places.
Bo was at home planning the double funeral and dealing with a plumbing issue a few days ago. (Why does the mundane always rear its ugly head at such times?) The plumber he contacted was one unknown to him, but he figured he'd take what he could get. The plumber thought it best to call home from Bo's house to let his wife know he was running late.
His son answered the phone. Mom can't come to the phone. She's busy looking for a church. The plumber was confused. They were not a church-going family, so why the sudden interest? His wife's answer? They were at Glamis when it happened. She was faced with the reality that tragedy could strike her family at any time. What would they do? Where would they turn? She saw beneath them no foundation, and she realized they would be destroyed by such an event.
The plumber asked Bo if he'd heard about the accident. As a matter of fact...
This could be a string of coincidences. This could be superstition. This could be many things, but I'm looking at this and thinking that this is a case of God showing up and redeeming tragedy. Three kids are gone, but maybe, just maybe, a little beauty can come from these ashes.
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posted by Sam Gamgee at
9:37 AM
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Oh I do pray so, Spidey...
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