I got off the bus today and walked down the street to the intersection of 3rd and Pine street. There were police cars everywhere and the path I was meant to walk down was completely taped off. On the sidewalk was large puddles of blood.
A few minutes before I arrived a man in his 20’s had stabbed another young man 4 times in the chest before fleeing the scene. The victim is in critical condition at the moment and there is no notice as to whether or not he will survive the attack. The assailant is being hunted by the police with several descriptions floating around. What they do know is that the victim and the attacker knew each other.
I watched as they cleaned the blood stained cement outside of the McDonalds on 3rd street. I listened as many in the crowds passing by laughed at the thought that someone had been attacked in broad daylight. One man passing by made the statement:
Someone died here today…
There was no sadness in his voice. Just a simple fact like it was no big deal, someone had died today.
As I walked home from the gruesome scene on the street, that one statement wouldn’t leave my mind. I felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach as emotions began to invade my mind.
Someone died today.
This someone was in his thirties. If he does pass away, it’s a sad story we, apparently, are growing too accustomed to. This is was someone’s son, someone’s love one, perhaps someone’s father, and someone’s companion. And tonight there may be a mother grieving, a child crying for their daddy, and a wife grieving the night away.
And the rest of the city doesn’t take notice because it was just someone. A stranger. And they died today.
There is someone who takes notice
Jesus said that a sparrow doesn’t die and fall to the ground without him watching the whole thing. He noticed the sparrow.
The Bible says that Jesus came to die on the cross, something we recently celebrated, so that no one would have to perish but that all could find eternal life.
When this man approached someone he knew, Jesus was watching. When the attacker pulled the knife, Jesus saw it. When the blade pierced this man’s chest, Jesus knew what it felt like and watched it happen. As he was rushed to the hospital, Jesus rode in the ambulance with him. And, if the attack was fatal, Jesus stood by the bedside and watched the last breaths this father, brother, son would ever breath.
To Jesus, it wasn’t just someone. He knew their name. He knew how many hairs were on their head. He knew their struggles and their life story. He had died for this man.
Someone died today. The saddest part is he died not knowing the One that loved him the most. That’s why the Refuge Church exists.
One lost is too many.
Seek ye the Lord while he may be found, call ye upon him while he is near: Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts: and let him return unto the Lord, and he will have mercy upon him; and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.