The young man who had died was a widow’s only son, and a large crowd from the village was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart overflowed with compassion.” (Luke 7:12-13 NLT)
As I drove home last night from a basketball game, something crashed into my windshield, sending me into cardiac arrest! As I investigated the side of the road for the culprit, I found the last thing on my mind: a small screech owl. I took it home, wrapped it in a blanket, and let my wife hold it. As she did, he gradually fell asleep. But within an hour, he began having a labored breathing, looked around, and then quietly passed. It was a sad moment in the Sullivan home.
Death is a tragic event. Even Jesus was moved by it whenever he encountered those suffering from loss. When it occurs, there are always those left behind, asking hard questions and grappling with closure for the hole that has been ripped into the fabric of their life. However commonplace death may be, it still hurts.
Take time to be aware of those that have experienced a loss. Sometimes the greatest need for comfort isn’t at the funeral, but months later when all the phone calls and visits have stopped happening. Be moved with compassion whenever you see them hurting, letting them know they are loved.