someone i know died last night. chances are you’ve seen him but i’d be surprised if you could say you knew him. he wasn’t a friend to many and it wasn’t because we didn’t try. we did, but he was locked in an embrace with alcohol even as it pulled him under. Jesus can you take the time to throw a drowning man a line.
he said he loved Jesus. i can do nothing more than trust his soul into the care of God. i trust he is no longer captive to the chemical forces that have long had his shoulders to the mat. i trust that he is free like he has never experienced before. i trust he is living life as he was meant to live it. i trust he is well and whole, his eyes bright and clear as they take in Piercing Glory without blinking. i picture the smile on your lips and a bounce in your step – the relief you’ve so longed for.
i am glad you are safe, my friend. i only wish you could have experienced more life in the land of the living.
we all believed, hoped, expected that you’d make it, that you’d get a taste of joy this side of heaven. an operation, then long-term treatment, then a fresh start in tight quarters with those who’d see you the rest of the way. that’s how it was going to go. i never thought it would be anything different. none of us did
