Death
What does that word arrouse in your soul?
What have you done when it looks you right in the face?
It’s reality. It’s going to happen. No one escapes it.
Death
What will you do next time it looks you right in the face?
January 7th, 2008 it hit me right in the face.
On that day I saw the death of a mother, sister, daughter and friend.
Tambo de Mora, Peru in a refugee camp. That’s where I was with my team. Refugees driven from their now destroyed homes. An earthquake shattering their homes and lives during a mid-August night.
We were talking to some people, we were enjoying ourselves, we were about to do some vbs for some kids.
Death was about to hit me in the face.
A woman screaming.Wailing really. Chaos all around. Some other world racer’s and I go running down to the commotion. 3 world racers are already in the midst of it. As soon as I arrived at the house. (shack really) I heard the news: a mother, daughter, siser and friend had just died.
Death hit me in the face.
Immediately 6 of us dropped our stuff and began to pray. This is hard to write because I don’t know how some of you reading this will react. But we prayed for life.
We asked God to bring her back to life.
We believed. We prayed passionately. We asked God to bring her back to life. After five minutes I felt led to enter the house. There she was lying on the bed. People wailing all around me.
I was in there for at least 30 minutes. I watched as her husband found out. and then her little daughter. My heart broke.
I still felt led to pray for life. So I did. The whole time I was in there – I humbly and passionately prayed for life. My heart breaks as I write this……………..I wish so badly I could tell you she came back to life. That light broke through the darkness. That mourning turned to rejoicing. That this blog could be about someone being raised back to life.
But it isn’t. It’s about death.
Some of you, although sad to hear this story are thinking in the back of your head, “That stuff doesn’t happen. The rasing from the dead stuff. That’s cool you prayed and all but that stuff doesn’t happen.”
Just in the past two days, I have seen other world racer’s healed. People in the community we have been to have been healed.
It didn’t happen this time. But it has happened. Around the world people are being healed. Being raised from the dead. That’s not an opinion or hear say, that’s fact.
It’s faith. It’s humility. It’s believing God can do it.
Sometimes He does. Sometimes He doesn’t. Both people believe – nothing happens. One person believes – healing happens. I don’t know much about this stuff yet but I know this. There’s no formula. Just humility and faith.
Back to the family………..We visisted again the next day. At the visitation the sister brought us to the back room. The room only for the family. We hugged them. Prayed for them. The husband called us, “Angels.”
There is no pretty bow tie on this blog. No convienent moment of reflection. Just a few answers, a lot of questions and a servant of the Most High ready to keep praying for healing and life whenever He asks.
