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LOVE & FAMILY

God With Us

New Years Eve. 1983. Central Tennessee. It had been a silent night. It was a quiet dawn. Morning’s first rays slipped across the living room floor and climbed up the Christmas tree. Prisms flashed from crystal ornaments and bathed the room in rainbows. The Madonna stared down at her baby in the nativity scene hanging halfway up the tree. “God with us” — it would be a day which could use that reminder.

Jake was the first to stir. He was barely two . . . old enough to be able to peel a banana and push the power button on the TV. He was watching cartoons when his dad came to get him ready to head to town. Dave had a big day planned. Today he was going to cut a ton of firewood. But he needed to get his chainsaw sharpened first. His wife Anne was still asleep and he’d peeked in on baby Jeannie. “Keep the house quiet,” he thought, “Let Jeannie and Anne get some extra sleep.” Dad and son took off for McDonald’s for an Egg McMuffin leaving the girls to their early morning dreams.

The rope that tethers life to eternity frays when we least expect it. Invariably, it starts to unravel just about the moment we’re taking it for granted. While Dad sipped coffee and visited with his boy at the Golden Arches, a life-line at home was threading and shredding apart. Anne sensed something was wrong when she opened her eyes and looked at the clock. How could she sleep this late without Jeannie waking up and needing to be fed? Robe. Slippers. A race to the nursery. When she stepped up to Jeannie’s crib, she knew something was terribly wrong. The baby blankets covered her lifeless body, and when Anne pulled them down to look at her it was obvious that she was gone. At that moment, Jeannie’s spirit was winging its way to heaven, leaving behind the tiny infant house that she had lived in for a brief three months.

Anne ran out on to the front porch and broke the silent, still morning with her scream for “Help!” She could have just as easily screamed “Why?” There home was so far out in the country that no one could hear her.

When Dave and Jake turned down their driveway on their return trip from town, they were shocked to see the ambulance in front of their house. The fear and confusion intensified as the silhouette of a State Trooper’s vehicle filled his rear view mirror as they both raced towards the house. And so began the saddest chapter of Dave and Anne’s life.

It was Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS). You’ve probably heard of it. But until you’ve gone through it with someone up close, its hard to process the impact and devastation it has on a family. Any time a family loses a child, it’s tragic. When a child dies in an accident or from a disease, we at least understand what caused the death. That knowledge can assist parents in their grief and can help bring closure to a tragic loss. The problem with SIDS is the mystery that surrounds it. It not only puts the question WHY? in all capital letters in everyone’s mind, but it leaves parents second guessing everything they’ve ever done with, for, or to their child. Dave and Anne were no exceptions to this pattern of second-guessing. In the days and weeks that followed the funeral they were not only paralyzed by their pain but by their doubts as well. It took the best experts in the field and the best friends they had to convince them the loss of Jeannie was not a result of their neglect or mistakes. It just happened. No one knows why.

Jeannie’s room became an obstacle to Anne’s grief. Because of its location, she had to pass by it several time a day. At first, it simply set empty, crib and furniture stored away — door shut. Then it became a storeroom for items that people donated to Anne and Dave for an auction they held to raise money for SIDS research. Antiques, a record collection from their neighbor, Amy Grant, and various other items occupied it for several months. After the auction, Anne decided that it was time to live in that room again. Leaving it a mausoleum to the family pain wasn’t serving Jeanie’s memory well. Some fresh paint, some nice art, a box full of toys, a rocking chair, a shelf of children’s books, and a love seat where the crib used to stand made the room a great place for Anne and Jake to spend time together during the day.

It was an afternoon. Anne was sitting on the love seat, trying to get comfortable but finding it difficult because of her enlarging stomach. Her next child was in her final tri-mester in the birthing cycle. She’d be born in a few months. Jake was sitting next to his mom, listening as she read him a story. When it was over, they both sat quietly for a moment. Little minds run wild in vast forests. Jake had been thinking, wondering, figuring. Somehow, he had been under the impression that Jeannie was still at the hospital. Anne gently explained to him again that Jeannie had died–that she was with Jesus. But he was still confused. He didn’t understand how she had died at the hospital. “Jake, honey, Jeannie didn’t die at the hospital. She died here, in this room, in her crib that used to set where we’re sitting right now.” His little eyes looked at his mom, then looked away trying to sort everything out. All at once, they got big as saucers, filled with excitement, and his mouth started to form an ear to ear smile. “So, you mean Jesus has been in this room?!?”

“Click!” She could almost hear the tumblers turning in the lock that had bound her pain so deeply in her heart. God had handed her little boy the key to set her free. One, simple observation from the uncomplicated mind of a boy that was barely three did the trick. The tears flowed. But they were new tears, different tears, tears of relief, tears of closure, tears of hope. Jesus had been here. He had promised that that He’d never leave them. In fact, He’d come personally to give special care of their daughter.

Dave and Anne have four children now. One plays in heaven. The other three are living out their childhood near Little Rock, Arkansas. Mom and Dad serve on the staff of a ministry, helping married couples gain hope and confidence from the Lord. I tell their story this Christmas because, in many ways, it mirrors what Christmas is all about. There was another mom who had a baby. He too, died suddenly, and tragically. She also cried out to a countryside where no one could hear her pain. But it was from the hollow of a room that had once entombed her son’s body that she learned what Anne would some day learn. “Emmanuel, God with us.”

At Christmas we remember that God stepped into linear time. He lived a life among us. He paid a price. He bought us freedom from the pains of life and brought us a promise for the joy of eternity.

Source: Tim Kimmel

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