O Lord, you have been our refuge through all generations.
Psalm 90:1 21:23
When I taught, I prided myself in remaining calm in the face of misbehavior. My students apparently agreed as indicated by their subsequent compliance. Still, I admit to allowing my anger to get the best of me the morning I heard that a student I’d taught a year earlier had died. The sting of his loss remains…
Though he had a very kind heart, Lee had also been taken in by the allure of the streets just like some of his older family members. This time, Lee drove a van that his friends had loaded with stolen bicycles. A police chase resulted in the accident which took Lee’s life. At school the following morning, I heard one of Lee’s classmates bragging that he had been in the van during that chase and that he flew out the door and ran away when the van tipped on its side. Before he could finish his yarn, I called him over. “Who do you think you are?” I wailed. “Lee died last night and you were nowhere near that van. Don’t you dare try to make yourself look cool because of Lee’s death!”
I didn’t realize the power of my words. Suddenly, one could literally hear a pin drop in the once noisy hallway. While the target of my ire crept into his classroom with his eyes cast to the floor, others who knew Lee stopped to offer their condolences over the friend we had all lost. These kindnesses returned some semblance of peace to our now incomplete world.
Dear God, Lee rests in your everlasting peace, I know. Be with us as we work to bring a hint of that peace to one another.
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