Don't you love it when a movie catches you by surprise? I was watching what I quickly decided was a lame excuse for a romantic comedy, until a scene near the end blindsided me and I found myself tear-streaked in the middle of my office.
A father cornered a son-in-law...year's after his daughter's (and his wife's) death. The son had been driving the car at the time of the accident and had carried around the guilt, and the belief that he was blamed and despised for years. But now he couldn't run. The father had interrupted him in a public setting and there was no where to hide. And as his faced his father-in-law, you could see him at the end of his rope...panicked...hurt...tired...and bracing for wrath.
But instead of anger, he heard these words: "We didn't blame you, all we wanted to do was mourn with you. But we couldn't find you. That was the worst part."
And a guy who had been putting on a brave face and talking a good talk (though he wasn't fooling many people) for far too long...broke down and cried in the arms of his father.
Yep. I was wrecked.
Why do we run? And who should we be catching?
Lord give me the humility to lay down blame that never belonged to me, to courage be vulnerable and caught by those who love me, and the tenacity to keep running and keep looking for those who are burdened...even if all I can do is mourn with them.