Wednesday, June 9, 2010

God has a sick sense of humor

"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing"


A few days ago, at 4 in the morning, a young man, only 24, died in a horrendous car accidence. The other man in the car with him walked away with broken ribs. Today while running a few errands with my mom, aunt and cousin, we passed the local cemetery. The entire cemetery was filled with cars even in parts of the grass where no one was buried yet and on the highway. We though this was his funeral.

When we went to my other aunt's house, we learned his was the nephew of one of the ladies of her church who helped make food for the wake after my grandmother's funeral last month. We also learned that the funeral we passed was not his. Whoever they were, they were loved. The young man's funeral to tomorrow.

My aunt told us how at 11:00 the night before he died, he was Wawa, a quick stop place for gas and food. In the store, a man was having a seizure and this young man saved him. The reason I quoted Depeche Mode's Blasphemous Rumors is because it fits this situation perfectly. The young man saves a man's life and the next morning, a few hours away, he loses his own life. The irony is too much and I really do believe God has a sick sense of humor.

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