I didn't know him. But at a school our size, I know dozens who did.
It happened here - in our gym. And it could have been any of us.
A freshman. Eighteen years old. With parents and siblings, and a roommate.
Gone. To be with Jesus.
And though this close community could be breathing out in sobs why? why him? why here? why now? I feel us all instead sighing together to speed His return.
The only consistent, unchanging One; the only sure, dependable One tarries and waits to show His face to us, but we cling to the promises; we take hope in death's grip, and we anticipate His coming.
It may be to some sooner than others. Yesterday the waiting ended for one of us, but we wait still.
Lord, make us patient.