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I was visiting a friend who is in the hospital this week, and ran into another friend who is one of my true allies in the mission of love that I am on in my life.<\/p>\nI was visiting a friend who is in the hospital this week, and ran into another friend who is one of my true allies in the mission of love that I am on in my life.<\/p>\n
With a mixture of horror, gratitude, and awe, she briefly recounted an experience from the day before. She was by the bedside of a young boy around 14 years old who was dying. This boy\u2019s older sister was sitting in the room next to the wall, the mother was standing over the bed of her son, howling with uncontrollable tears and sobs, desperately pleading with him to \u201cnot leave her.\u201d <\/p>\n
Pause. Let\u2019s acknowledge the fact that most people in the world do not experience these kinds of moments. By \u201cthese kinds of moments\u201d, I\u2019m speaking of moments that are unescapably raw and real. Moments that are so unconsciously intense and gripping, that a necessary, uncontrollable, and un-censorable emotional honesty, that does not care how it is comes across to those around them. Can<\/em> not care. So do not judge. Just witness.<\/p>\n The mom, in the actual, real-time face of losing her beloved son, was wailing and desperately appealing to everyone with reasons why this must not happen, using as many different sentences as her urgently distraught mind could come up with. My friend is standing by the bed, facing her, with the woman\u2019s daughter in her view just over the shoulder of the mom. My friend was doing her best to \u201cbe with it all\u201d – witnessing this desperate pain, undone with the magnitude of her task to give care, coming up empty when searching for words to accompany the sorrow and tears that she was sharing with this family.<\/p>\n Then it happened.<\/p>\n Something completely understandable, and entirely false, came out of mom\u2019s mouth. She looked up, drowning in her pain, right at my friend and said, \u201cHe can\u2019t die! He is the only joy that I have in my life!\u201d <\/p>\n My sister-at-arms found herself glancing quickly back and forth between the piercing eyes of the mom and those of the daughter (who\u2019s head jerked up to meet hers at this latest pronouncement). And with a surprisingly authoritative voice, equaled only by a loving compassion in her tone and eyes, she looked right at the daughter and said, \u201cThat is not true,\u201d and then looked right into the eyes of the mom, and said it again, \u201cThat is not true.\u201d<\/p>\n The mom looked over her shoulder and saw her precious daughter, instantly realized what she was saying, and ran to her, hugging her, instantly letting her girl know that she knew that what she had just said, sure enough, was not true. And she embraced her daughter, allowing the untruth of what she just said be washed away by their shared suffering and tears. Mom, who was losing her son, realized that she was not losing her daughter, and that her daughter was losing a brother. And with this, the potential wound that could have been inflicted on her daughter\u2019s heart based on an understandable, but completely false statement innocently spoken while drowning in emotions\u2026didn\u2019t happen.<\/p>\n Because someone was there to speak the truth out loud. Someone was there to expose it as a lie. <\/p>\n As far as I\u2019m concerned, my friend is nothing short of a peace-bringing hero. A relationship saving, heart-protecting, love-advancing, healing-inducing hero of epic proportions.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t plan this. She couldn\u2019t have. She just had to be willing to be there to let it happen. She had to be willing to walk into the uncomfortable place of human suffering and pain. She just had to be there and not run. She had to be there and not find and use a reasonable excuse to leave the room. She just had to go and stand in that space with people in their most vulnerable and intense experiences. <\/p>\n And she did. And she does. It costs her. It costs her some tears. It costs her some time. It costs her some comfort. It might even cost her some sleep. <\/p>\n But\u2026<\/p>\n She saved people. And saving people, in my book, is worth any cost. I don\u2019t do it perfectly, this walking into things, and neither do all my allies, like this sister. But it\u2019s what our friend and teacher, Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ did. And we want to be like him. We want to do what he did. We want to do what he does. <\/p>\n We want to save people. Like we\u2019ve been saved. Like we are being saved.<\/p>\n All she had to be was willing. The words came to her when she needed them, precisely when they were needed, and \u2013 boom \u2013 a miracle.<\/p>\n Dear reader, would you please join her?<\/p>\n Dear God, would you please help us?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was visiting a friend who is in the hospital this week, and ran into another friend who is one of my true allies in the mission of love that I am on in my life. With a mixture of horror, gratitude, and awe, she briefly recounted an experience from the day before. 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