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I was in church last night, helping with a Lental campaign, when a group of kids came in. Between tears and sobs they told us that a good friend of them had commited suicide the same day, now they wanted to come to the church to lit candles, to cry, to be together, to ask all their whys.
I am a deacon, for many years I have worked with people in mourning, and as the church workers were busy with the campaigns, I agreed with the priest that I would be together with the group.
A coincidence that they found the church open. Or may be not. May be God would have made a plan anyway to open the church. To let the crying girls and boys come to His House with their sorrows, their cries, their despair, their questions.
I stayed with the group for an hour. First in silence, with the air filled with sobs, with cries. Each one of them lit a candle.Then they came forward, one by one, to share a memory from their friendship with the dead boy. Before they left I could share a few words, finishing with "May God bless you all"
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The church became important in Norway after whet happened in Oslo and at Utøya July 22nd. For the mouring kids today it was natural to come to their local church. They found the church open and could come in with their lives. Their grief.
All I had to do was to be there with them, in silent prayers.
God was there. God is there.
I believe in miracles.
I had planned to post today about the first snowdrops in The Blue Garden. I had planned to name the post "I believe in miracles". Then God sent another miracle to a group of mourning youngsters. His love!
His care!
His life!
