Last week, I talked a little about the passing of my former Jr. Higher Rudy Acosta. Today was his memorial service. I'll admit I debated for a while about going. It sounded like it would be packed, and I was right. But I really did feel like I should go, and I'm glad I did.
The service was at my former church, Santa Clarita Baptist. That's one reason I was reluctant to go. By the time I got there (a few minutes late), the "sanctuary" (aka the gym) was full, so I went to the overflow at the Lutheran church next door. They had live video of the service. Honestly, I doubt many people knew I was there, especially since I didn't see anyone I knew inside.
The service was nice, although I had a hard time holding back the tears the entire time. I was emotionally drained by the time it was over. The pictures of some of Rudy's funny faces brought back such happy memories. Rudy was always ready with a hug or a smile or both.
But what really struck me was the people talking about his sacrifice and love. Honestly, I was convicted. Am I really that willing to love that I would lay down my life for someone? It left me with some deep things to think about.
And I'll admit, it's left me wondering why. Oh, I know why we are in Afghanistan, and I still support the war effort. By why did this particular young man have to die? But it hasn't shaken my faith. I know God is in control and has a reason for it even if I don't see it. Granted, it's easy for me to see that because I'm not part of the immediate family. And that's why I will continue to pray for all of them.