Friday, January 22, 2010
Have you heard about Molly?
I learned about her through my blogging friend CC, and I want to share Molly's story with you.
Molly Hightower was a beautiful 22 year old girl from Port Orchard, Washington. She graduated from the University of Portland in May of 2009, and in June began a year of service working for Friends of the Orphans, in Petionville, Haiti. She wrote a beautiful blog in which she chronicled her hopes for the children there and the joy she found in her work. Sadly, the last entry was written by her family. Molly lost her life when the seven story building in which she lived collapsed during the earthquake.
Molly's blog is filled with photos of the precious children she loved.
It's impossible not to see their faces and think about the thousands of children who were killed in the quake. So many were surely orphans.
It got me thinking, who mourns for them? For the children who had been abandoned by their families, who'd experienced unimaginable loss long before the earthquake hit?
Who cries for them?
Of course the people who cared for them mourn, if they are still alive. But don't you wish we could know their names and their stories, so that we could say prayers for them? Celebrate their lives as we celebrate Molly's life?
It comforts me to remember that even though we don't know them, God mourns for them.
I think of scripture that promises this, like the passage in Luke 12:
"Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."
I also remember the words of my favorite Psalm, Psalm 139. Then I take a deep breath and say a prayer.
I wondered if I should post about this at all. After all, this particular blog is supposed to celebrate creative inspiration, not Bible thumping. :) Yet who inspires creativity more than the Fount of all Creativity, the creator of all? And I don't know about you, but I'm getting really tired of hearing a few crazy pastors talk about the earthquake in terms of God's will. My friend Vaughn, the chaplain at Furman University, wrote a great essay about this in our local paper, and received quite a bit of angry email. I read comments like theirs and I just imagine God's tears. Not for those who comment (though I would think they grieve God too) but for those who are hurting or were killed.
This life is a mystery to me. I'm thankful that I'm not asked to have it all figured out, but to try in my own feeble way to live in love. And I'm thankful for friends like you, who are so good at doing that!
Much love to you, Becky