The Power of Human Connection

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The moments God has allowed me to bear witness to as I walk with families through grief, are often greatly humbling and surreal. While our world has spent the last couple months in isolation, feeling the effects of the lack of human connection, the last several days have reminded me of the great need we have for community. I believe that, in many ways, our society was starving for real, pure human connection before CoVid-19. The last several days have solidified those thoughts. And, the last few months have magnified the ways we are starving.

 

I’ve spent some time with a beautiful German Baptist/Amish family. The great privilege of being allowed into their family the last few days has forever impacted my heart. The community and love they share with one another as a family and a body of believers in Christ would be beautiful under any circumstances. But, coming out of this time of isolation to stand with them in the place where heaven meets earth revealed and rubbed a healing balm on the broken places of my heart and soul. Watching a tiny baby, surrounded with love as he came back from the brink of death’s door again and again…literally living on the love of his family. His life testimony, according to his father and all who witnessed his time on earth, would be our great need for one another as human beings…the power of the love we share…and the way that God’s love flows through all of us. For, it is His perfect love that we feel when believers gather together.

 

We do not realize how very much we need one another. But, in the absence of community, we are wilting. Whether we recognize it or not, we are hungry and thirsty for connection. We are starving, and we don’t even know it.

 

The community brought food, prayed prayers, and sang together with the family.

They brought a car seat to the hospital when it was time to miraculously bring baby E home.

His mother’s love breathed life into him every time her skin brushed against his.

The sisters bathed, lotioned, and dressed their brother.

Daddy built his tiny casket.

The children helped daddy to fill his tiny grave using small shovels.

 

And, after the great and mighty ache of grief and tears, I heard for the first time in months, children running and giggling as they streaked by in a rainbow of brightly-colored shirts and dresses, the girls with flowers in their hair and braids flying behind them. And, for a moment, in the midst of a cemetery, standing beside the grave of a little soul whose name meant brave and mighty warrior, we weren’t living with fear. The sun was setting. The leaves swayed in the breeze, and people talked to one another about the miracle of this tiny life, and the miracle of God’s love in the midst of all of it.

 

And, we knew like never before how very precious is the gift of gathering. May we never forget that at our core, we are human. And, God created us for community. He created us to need one another, to love one another. In these very strange times, may we find ways to continue to safely connect. And, in the moments of a waning life, may we not keep people from supporting one another. May we allow love to carry us from this life to the next. And, in the valley of the shadow of death, may we never walk alone.

 

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Photo by Min An

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