Yesterday I found out that a young friend in Venezuela had been killed. I have known the young man since he was a child as we met his family the very first week we arrived in Venezuela over 25 years ago. My heart breaks for his family in their time of loss.
He was traveling between the cities of Barquisimeto and Valencia when robbed and was shot three times in the head. Murdered. I wish I could say this is rare , but in Venezuela it is all too common. So common that people are growing complacent. Just about everyone I know has been robbed at gun point. Everyone has a family member who has been killed violently. Its not shocking anymore. Its Venezuela.
The thing about losing someone by murder is that it fills you with confusion. Emotionally you need to grieve your loss, but you find there is an anger within you about the unnecessary loss of life violently taken by another. The anger interferes with your grief.
I am blessed to know that this young man grew up in the church and was spiritually prepared for eternity.