A Most Difficult Sunday

The Sunday Referenced In This Blog Is Sunday October 23, 2016

This has been a difficult day. Most of our friends and family didn’t know it, but my beautiful wife Jenn and I were expecting a baby this coming June. This morning she suffered a miscarriage, the second miscarriage in 4 months.

As we were in the ER this morning, we missed worshipping with our church family. It was cold today, very cold to us. Sunday is always a celebration of the resurrection but today it feels like death is taunting us. In these last four months we have lost two grandparents and two babies to our enemy death. It has been a tough few months, too much to bear at times.

This past Friday I released a music video for a song that I hoped would be a source of hope for many people, but I wonder now if it might be more for Jenn and I than anyone else. The song opens with these words, “Heaven sent a child to save us, light for all to see. Helpless baby, mighty Savior, holy mystery.”

The more I think about it, the more I think it is a miracle that babies ever make it into our world in the first place. There are so many things that can go wrong, so many challenges for these precious lives to face even before they leave the womb. Then, when they are born, they are truly helpless, depending on the love and care of others to survive, and even with all the love and care that can be given, many don’t survive.

It’s stunning to think that God would come to us in such a fragile way, as a baby. We so often focus on the words that Jesus died for us but as we enter Advent very soon, I’m reminded of what a miracle it is that Jesus was born to us. That God entrusted His Son to people who could have very well abandoned him. To say that God has drawn near to us as a human is a stunning statement about how much God loves us and how far He was willing to go to be near us.

I am also reminded of the words of the Apostle’s Creed today, “we believe in the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting.” We believe that we will meet our babies one day at the resurrection. Our hearts break as we watch, wait, and long for that day of Christ’s return when the dead shall rise and we will see not only the risen Christ, but also our unborn babies

Even though death taunts us, we are not without hope. I couldn’t have known how much I would need the words of my own song today as I reflect on the Christ who has drawn near to us in every possible way.

“Born in a manger
Dying on a tree
Rising Easter morning
To set his people free.
We’re watching, waiting, longing for the day…”

Until that day, our prayer is that God will not waste these hurts and tears.

God, give us clarity. Remind us again that each and every life comes from you. Every child, every one, no matter how long they are with us, is perfectly made in the image of God and is loved for all eternity.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4: “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”