A few days ago Owen came home and told us that it has been a thousand days since the tsunami hit. Woah. That sounds like such a long time; but in some ways it feels here like it was still a short time ago. Many hearts are still raw; many people still living in temporary homes; many still unemployed.
This morning we had a very intense worship time. We did not do what was planned; but rather ended up focusing on some of the challenges that are being faced by our friends in this region. One friend was grieving over the tragic suicidal death of her father a year ago; another shared that a mutual friend is contemplating suicide. We cried, and prayed, and cried and prayed some more. One friend just buried her head in my arms and sobbed. I held her, and cried. I sat at lunch with a junior high girl who is just so sad, so often, since the tsunami. There was a great deal of heaviness. But Jesus was in our midst. I am convinced of that.
Tonight one worshipping friend from this community got into a fender bender and called me — so so discouraged. She is a single mom and lost the discussion with the police and the other driver about who’s fault the accident was. She will need to write it up with the insurance and pay for it. She was so sad; struggling so hard with being single and not having a husband to be there by her side.
All of us felt pretty worn out! But I looked around the room this morning – maybe forty-some of us crammed together into a combined dining/living/kitchen area. And I felt so thankful for our Be One team… a group of us who are committed to being here – for whatever that means. To walk with our friends from Tohoku through their sorrows, their joys, their jobs, their singleness. To be here, God willing, for the next one thousand days.