The Sweet Return (3)

My friends lost their son, their only son seven years ago today. His name was John. I simply do not know how they carry on, but they do. I have seen pictures of John, his face...he was beautiful. Please, Lord, please comfort my friends as they remember their son and soldier on and grieve with hope. His name means 'beloved' and he was and is...Lord, have mercy.

But those swept away today, those in Japan, I do not know their names. But I have seen pictures of the Japanese people, their faces...they are beautiful. Is the fountain filled with blood drawn from your Immanuelish veins deep enough to receive the beautiful multitude plunged beneath that literal flood? Are your flowing wounds wide enough to welcome a Buddhist's scream for mercy? Is your grace sufficient, Lord? Is it? Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be til I die, so I can do no other than pray yes...I pray in a poor, lisping, stammering tongue that your precious blood would cover them with yes, yes, yes...and that today they would be with thee in paradise! I do not know their names, Jesus, but I ask you would welcome them even now as seven years ago you welcomed 'beloved'...Lord, have mercy. Amen.


  1. Anonymous7:59 PM

    there are days that i too hope that everyone is covered in the blood of the Lamb.

  2. John,

    I came upon your blog through Winn, who has been my pastor and a dear friend. This is my first time commenting, but I want you to know that I have appreciated, deeply, so many things that you've said here.

    This post struck me, especially in the context of everything going on with Bell. I've been thinking about it a lot, struggling through it in fact, alone and with others. Anyway, I spent a lot of myself writing this today, and I thought you might like to read it.


  3. D.,
    I'm thankful you stopped by and even more thankful you have Winn for a friend and pastor.

    I read your words...they resonate deeply with me...thank you very much. I will 'hope' alongside you, and struggle too.