Everybody’s blogging about it.
Yours truly, included.
Okay, not everybody. But there’s definitely a high percentage of bloggers I regularly read who are blogging about Wednesday’s loss of Maria Chapman.
It’s a terribly sad story, and we all know how easily it could happen to someone we love.
A teenager driving down his own gravel driveway hits a child — his five-year-old sister.
And, really, somehow we feel like we do know them. Or him, at least. He’s been putting words to our thoughts and to our emotions for years.
So it makes sense that when the family of Steven Curtis Chapman is hit with such tragedy we’re all talking about it. Probably shedding some tears, too.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t.
(Goodness - I was drafting an entry about Emily’s engagement when I first read the news… (Multitasking online as usual.) I’ve got the whole family on my bloglines, yes I do. I’m not saying this shouldn’t affect us at some level.)
But.
Still.
It takes me back to the question I was
mulling over after the cyclone hit Burma.
Most of these same people who are blogging about Maria —
they weren’t blogging about the cyclone.
And no cause for boasting here; It took me a week to write about it.
And the earthquake in China…
I’m pretty sure I never even mentioned it myself.
Let alone did I read about it on more than one, maybe two, of the ninety-three feeds I have bloglined.
Why is that?
I mean - I “get” why we’re all talking about this precious five-year-old.
And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, or with “us.”
What I don’t “get” is why we aren’t talking about all of the five-year-olds that must have been lost in Asia in the past month…
(And that “we” includes *me*.)
Really, I’m not casting stones.
I’m just thinking out loud here.
But ~
If we are going to be so grieved
that we need to write about and talk about it
When a father loses his own child…
Shouldn’t we also be so grieved
that we need to write about it and talk about it
When our Father loses scores of His own?
We can put up fences at the end of our driveways.
(I know I’m thinking about it.)
We can take lots of extra moments with our own five and six-year-olds.
(My six-year-old became quite exasperated with my staring at her soaking her up in my mind time and time again today.)
We can be much more careful with our own driving.
And this will do a lot to bring something good from Maria’s tragic death.
Please hear me: I’m. all. for. this!
But what are we going to do to bring meaning from the deaths of all of those other sweet Chinese and Burmese children and adults?
What will our part be in God bringing good from it?
May our hearts break as much
for the thousands of lives lost this month
- so many lost eternally -
as they break for the one life lost yesterday
and for the Chapman family.
May we be so grieved for the many
As we are for the one.
And may we start,
however late,
talking about it.
And then,
doing.