I am too young . . .
This week we buried a young woman who was months away from her high school graduation. She was much too young to die. In our Noontime journey we have spent time with Jeremiah and today this reflection comes back to us. It was first written on September 26, 2008 and is adapted as a post today.
We just received word that the brother of one our ninth graders was killed in a car accident on his way to high school today. He is a junior. He is too young to go.
Looking for consolation we turn to scripture . . . the book opens to Jeremiah . . . and our eyes fall to see . . . I am too young.
We complain to God when he sends us or calls us that we are not the one to do this work with which he has tasked us. We believe that we are not the proper servants. We do not have the tools. We do not know what to say or to do. We are ill-equipped. We are a constant Jeremiah. And then events like today’s happen and all things come into perspective.
In a sense, each of us is too young. None of us has the answers to the many questions we hear. We search for ways to solve the mystery before us . . . and we feel too young.
When the darkest hours hover, when the rain does not end, when the pain feels as though it is taking over, we can do only one thing.
Be still and know that I am God.
In sorrow and in silence my heart waits for you, O Lord.
Truly we are wonderfully made, and you are our wondrous God.
We will call upon the Lord and we will be saved.
At dusk, dawn and noon we will complain.
And our prayer will be heard.
God in heaven be with us always.
And let perpetual light shine upon us.
Amen.
In light of the pandemic and natural disasters that leave us with too many deaths of those who leave us too soon, we re-post this reflection written on October 26,2014.