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This is a Tribute to Petit Guy

20 June, 2011

Just before y’all thought I would go 6 months without a blog post…

This is a tribute post to the Batman-esque kid you see in the picture above. His name was Petit Guy (pronounced peh-Tee Gee), and he passed away in the middle of the night on Thursday of last week. He used to always come in our property and cause ruckus, but he was a fun kid nonetheless. He lived just a couple of houses down from us, but no one knew he was sick except his parents. He was only sick for about 3 days before he died. At about 2AM Friday morning, I was awakened by the sounds of wailing, and I got up to see what was going on, and was told by a neighbor that Petit Guy had died.

Why does stuff like this happen?

A new Josh Garrels album made it through the download bottleneck of my computer on the same day I would eventually hear about Petit Guy’s death. Here are the lyrics that stood out to me most that day,

“Farther along we’ll know all about it. Farther along we’ll understand why. So cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine. We’ll understand this all, by and by… Tempted and tried, I wondered why the good man dies, the bad man thrives, and Jesus cries because he loves them both.”

That’s so TRUE! I don’t understand why a little 6 or 7 year old kid who has experienced very little love in this life should be taken from it so soon. There’s no way for me to understand it. But there is grace, and that grace comes by way of faith. Faith in the fact that I will understand it, farther along. Faith that God is still sovereign. Faith that he loves the little children, and wants them all to come to him…”Let the little children come to me, and stop keeping them away, because the kingdom of heaven belongs to people like these.” (Mark 10.14)

Here’s what Harriet Beecher Stowe said in the part of _Uncle Tom’s Cabin_ that I read last night:

“Has there ever been a child like Eva? Yes, there have been; but their names are always on grave-stones, and their sweet smiles, their heavenly eyes, their singular words and ways, are among the buried treasures of yearning hearts. In how many families do you hear the legend that all the goodness and graces of the living are nothing to the peculiar charms of one who is not. It is as if heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it was to sojourn for a season here, and endear to them the wayward human heart, that they might bear it upward with them in their homeward flight. When you see that deep, spiritual light in the eye, –when the little soul reveals itself in words sweeter and wiser than the ordinary words of children, –hope not to retain that child; for the seal of heaven is on it, and the light of immortality looks out from its eyes.”

How wonderful a picture is that? Even in the context of something so sad and unhoped-for, the beauty of the redemption of Christ is seen. I hope to be able to reassure Petit Guy’s parents, when the time comes, when the season of grieving is over. I hope and pray that they and his siblings that are still playing around in Mitendi will understand the goodness of our God, even in the midst of tragic circumstances.

For now, rest in peace Petit Guy. Tell Jesus to haste the day that we can all be together again.

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