Originally posted March 19, 2014
I sit in a crowded church. It is a beautiful holy space with ornate carved wood, gorgeous stained glass and an echoing silence that fills the space. Glances around the room reveal beautiful faces stained with tears, eyes red from crying and bodies tense with anticipation at saying goodbye to the one they love.
You can feel the air stand still as every person in the room holds their breath as 3 gorgeous blonde girls, with their mother’s smiles and contagious personality enter the crowd. It is like they are absorbed into the room it is so filled with love and pain for them.
It is a crowd of people gathered for one reason. Love. Crowds can be loud, or rowdy, or dangerous, or uncomfortable. This crowd is love. They gather to say goodbye to a friend but they also gather to try, in any way possible to take just an ounce of pain away from those beautiful, hurting girls.
Days later the crowd will be gone, but the hurt will still hang heavily around the necks of the beautiful girls. The crowd will go home, but their love will remain. They will pray, they will cry, they will still hurt for the beautiful girls. Life will go back to normal for much of the crowd, but the beautiful girls will remain in their hearts.
Crowds can be a place to be lost, a place to be anonymous, a place to be scared. Or they can be a place to feel kindness, receive healing, and accept love. When the crowd is gone, and life returns to its new normal, the beautiful girls can soak in the love left behind, to rest in the prayers being poured out over them as they learn their new lives.
This crowd was love, because what else could it have been.