A friend of mine is in the middle of a tragedy right now. It’s a tragedy of circumstance, of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was no evil, no harmful intent. But she is in the midst of a tragedy, and it is wrenching.
My friend is one of the most faithful servants of the church that we have nowadays. She has committed her life to serving this funny, flawed, and hope-filled institution. I consider her a mentor, friend, and yente, as she worked years to get me and my husband together. I owe her more than I can ever say, and she would never say that I owe her anything. She’s that kind of person.
Because she has been this faithful servant of the church she knows a lot of people, and I mean, a LOT of people. So when news of this tragedy hit Facebook, our modern and immediate Pony Express, the message boards lit up with prayers that you would not believe. At the end of the day I read all the comments on all the posts, and I am overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed by the love and the faith and the hope and the presence that these silly, powerful Facebook comments convey. And last night, after a long session meeting, as I sat on the couch in my pajamas with the dog in my lap, the husband by my side, and Castle playing on the DVR, I realized that as much as we talk about the great cloud of witnesses in the sky, there is the earthly cloud of witnesses, too.
All these people posting on Facebook – and all those posting on the Caring Bridge site, and emailing and calling and showing up: they are witnesses to love, to the power of love and gratitude. They are witnesses to the power of friendship, and the church, and belief that you tell people you love them and hold them in your heart.
Love cannot undo this tragedy, and my heart breaks at that. Love cannot fix what is broken in this situation. But love might be able to make it a little less worse than it is. As the tragedy is cauterized, love might distract in that good way. Love might take away an ounce of the pain. Love will persist, because I know some of these people in this earthly cloud of witnesses, and like me, they have been mentored and loved by my friend. They will show up; they will pray; and whether they know or care that they are doing this, they will witness to the Good.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overwhelm it.”