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Abundant Love. Abundant Compassion. Please.

A little boy named Isaiah is on my heart and in my prayers.  His siblings are, too.  But not often enough.

The Tuesday after Easter my friend, Linda, who heads up an after-school tutoring program at his inner-city school, asked him why he wasn’t at the easter egg hunt at church.

“We had our own easter egg hunt,” he beamed.

After several years of living here and there, with this aunt or that, with this friend or that, some siblings here, some siblings there, he and his mother and all of his six siblings had finally moved into a home of their own – all of them under a single roof.

Isaiah was so happy, so proud of this step up that his mother had taken.

A few days later the kids were upstairs in their bedrooms.  Their uncle was on the sofa in the living room watching television.  Their mom’s boyfriend walked quickly through the front door.

“Where’s Kenyetta?”, he asked.

“In her bedroom,” the uncle answered.

The boyfriend climbed the stairs to her bedroom and shots rang out.  Kenyetta was dead – shot several times in the chest.  Isaiah’s two-year-old sister, who had been standing next to her mother’s bed, was shot in the leg.  But alive.

The new house is vacant now.

Isaiah and his three siblings-who-share-the-same-father are living with his father now, along with another sibling, who has a different father.  He wouldn’t/couldn’t take the oldest, who is 15 and pregnant.  The seventh sibling is in detention at Children’s Village.  He and his anger issues.

The lesson in Bible study this morning challenged us to look for the beauty in the ugly.  To thank God in the midst of the mess.

I can’t think of much that is uglier and messier and more heartbreaking than a little boy beaming one week and absent the next.  Crushed.  A happy, proud step up followed immediately by a crushing crashing down.

At Kenyetta’s funeral – at Isaiah’s mother’s funeral – the pastor implored the 500 in attendance to turn the tragedy around – turn it into an end to domestic violence, an end to drugs.  Amen.

I am having trouble seeing the beauty in the ugly right now.  All I see, all my heart feels is the crushing blow to a little boy’s joy.

But I pray that Isaiah will one day see it; that the city will one day see it.

In the meantime, Father, will you fill every caregiver, every adult that Isaiah and his siblings encounter with an abundance of love and compassion for them?  Abundant love.  Abundant compassion.  Not just today, not just this week, but every day and every week and every year until they are all fully healed.  Until they all see the beauty in those fragile ashes.

Thank You for love.  Thank you for redemption.  Thank you for healing.  Thank You for bringing life from death, beauty from ashes, I know You will.

Thank you that we who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.

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10 thoughts on “Abundant Love. Abundant Compassion. Please.

  1. Oh! Such horrible tragedy, and so many lives changed instantly. I will pray for Isaiah and his siblings and the others impacted, and that your church will rally around this family and the issues of violence and drugs – to be a light for Christ to the hurting. Thanks for sharing this.

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    • Thank you for your prayers Peggy, they mean a lot. It is a horrible tragedy. I just learned that a group of young men from the nearby Christian college is organizing a T-Ball team at the community center. Various churches and organizations are starting to really rally around the issues of drugs and violence in that city. I pray that it will be a committed, steady and victorious walk.

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  2. Alma Mater says:

    Oh no! What a horrible tragedy. I am praying for little Isaiah and his siblings, that God will give them strength through this and that they will learn how to lean on Him hard. And that He will send some bright, joyful spots into their lives soon. I am really crying out to the Lord for them, these poor little guys. It’s just not fair, and I pray God will redeem it mightily, giving beauty for ashes.

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  3. Any homicide is distressing for everyone involved and particularly for families. Where children are involved, the impact is significantly magnified. When domestic violence is added to the mix it becomes even more devastating for everyone. Support is vital, its source irrelevant, its intent positive and reinforcing for the survivors. These things are easily said from a distance, however if those impacted by this tragedy can feel our compassion for them, then our thoughts will be well received.

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  4. The heart breaks for Isaiah and his siblings. What a way to start life. I know that God is greater than the evil that seems to surround us on every side, but sometimes it’s hard to keep reminding myself of that.

    Prayers going up for Isaiah and his family. Perhaps this young boy will live up to his name and become a mighty man of God.

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