Death Sucks

Written by my brilliant he-needs-his-own-blog brother. Until he gets his own place, I’m happy to have him here.

Death sucks. There, I said it. I’ll say it again gladly: death sucks.

This morning, I found out that some friends of mine lost one of their twins in the womb. And while there is hope in Christ and comfort through Him, it does not remove this inevitable fact: death sucks.

Several years ago, my wife and I lost our first baby shortly after finding out that he was on the way. I never saw him, never held him. He never had a name. I’m not even sure that he was a “he”. Death sucks.

I wish there was a silver lining to this post, but if the Psalmists can have down days, I think it is okay to just be sad sometimes. Of course, the Psalmists always ended their lamentations with expressions of hope or trust in God. God will make it right. God will heal. God will restore. God will comfort. I will wait on Him.

It’s been several years since I lost my child, and the pain does not ever seem to go away entirely. And I will never forget that child. But as the years have gone by, God has comforted me. And I pray He will do the same for you.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.

(2Co 1:3-4)

A baby died. It’s not alright. It’s not okay. This is not the way it was meant to be. Death was not part of God’s original design for Creation. We sinned, and death became a present reality. And it sucks. And God is good. Blessed be the name of the Lord.