When you pass that accident on the side of the road or read about the mass shooting in the press, what do you think?

What do you say?

Do you breathe a sigh of relief that no one you loved or knew was part of such a tragic disaster?  Do you feel chosen, special, “above it all” because you follow Jesus?  Do you think that your faithful, Bible-focused life and worldview will protect you from random accidents or the sinful actions of others?

Do you say, “Thank You God, it wasn’t me (or mine)?”  Do you pray for the ones caught up in the death and destruction?  Pray that they knew Jesus?  Pray that their families will be able to bear the weight of grief and sorrow that is just this moment bearing down on them?

Or do you snap a photo with your phone and post on social media something like: “Awful wreck on the interstate.  So glad I was a little late this morning or it might have been me! God is good!”

Or worse:  “Awful wreck on the interstate.  Traffic backed up for miles.  UGH!

I walk in two worldsone where I am so very thankful for each life and family spared what I now know by experience, and one where I am brought to tears every time they aren’t.

I wish believers in Christ would choose words that are consistent with compassion-whether the person is spared or not.

Jesus is a man of tears.

He was moved by love and compassion in every human encounter (even with the Pharisees-He wished their eyes were opened).

I want my heart and my words to reflect that I know this Saviour full of love and mercy.

Spared or not, it’s no doing of mine.

To say otherwise reflects only arrogance and ignorance.

Just a moment, now, you who say, “We are going to such-and-such a city today or tomorrow. We shall stay there a year doing business and make a profit”! How do you know what will happen even tomorrow? What, after all, is your life? It is like a puff of smoke visible for a little while and then dissolving into thin air. Your remarks should be prefaced with, “If it is the Lord’s will, we shall be alive and will do so-and-so.” As it is, you get a certain pride in yourself in planning your future with such confidence. That sort of pride is all wrong. No doubt you agree with the above in theory. Well, remember that if a man knows what is right and fails to do it, his failure is a real sin.

James 4:14-17 PHILLIPS

Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

6 thoughts on “Exposed”

  1. I just had a flashback of a comment I made the morning of my son’s fatal car accident….. and I just want to confess how grief opened my eyes to some of my own shortcomings. On our way to school a fellow teacher and I witnessed the aftermath of an accident involving a log truck and a car…. my comment after seeing the car’s windshield impaled by a pine tree was ” How horrible. Here you are just driving down the highway and all at once you are splat like a bug “. Who says stuff like that….
    Not 3 1/2 hours later and a slight turn of the wheel and my precious son hit a tree and died.
    I was once that person that gawks at accident scenes … now I cry and pray for the families and when I see the evidences of where others have memoralized a site I stretch out my hand in acknowledgement of their grief.

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    1. Oh, mama! I imagine all of us have comments like that for which to repent or be ashamed. You are compassionate and brave to tell the tale. Like you, my heart and hand go out now when I see the crosses by the side of the road silently bearing witness with those who are missing their loved one. ❤


  2. My son died in a car accident six months ago. I was always one to say a prayer when I heard sirens, but now my prayer is so much more specific. I pray for those involved, for their families, for the paramedics. My heart hammers in my chest and I tear up when I pass an accident or even see the newscast on television. I am filled with the memories and the sadness that are always in the forefront of my mind and I pray that all survive.

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    1. Our hearts know exactly don’t they? Yes, my prayers are much more specific too. Whenever I see or follow an ambulance I pray, “God, please let them live or if not, let the family have the chance to say good-bye.” ❤


  3. As a parent whose child died in a car accident, the sight of a car accident hits me right in the heart and the sound of sirens make me shudder. Other parents have said that these types of things trigger their PTSD. I notice the crosses that go up on the roadside and the flowers laid that commemorate where someone has died along a busy road or at sharp curve someone failed to safely negotiate. I notice all of it and my heart goes out to each and every family represented, because I can picture in my mind the little white cross set up on a roadside, a cross with Jason’s name on one side and Alina’s on the other – a cross made by our son, Eric, for his brother and a good friend.

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