This post is in hopes to honor the friends and family of Daniel LaCroix, and Darby McFall, 2 fallen comrades, warriors, friends, and beloved. Fallen, but never forgotten.
Let me begin by saying I am, and always will be a revivalist. In my heart, I believe God has called me, and my ST family to bring life to our city and region. No matter the circumstances, I have to remember this.
I didn’t know Daniel, as, I knew his sister. He is, regardless, my brother in spirit. I did know Darby very well though. I find myself travailing to bridge the gap between what I know in my heart to be true of my Father, and the reality of the recent circumstances surrounding the death of these friends. On the one hand, I know my Father and His promise and declaration of setting the captives free, and raising the dead. I know He has given us His Spirit to take authority over the dark powers of this earth, and to reinforce His good news throughout the nations.
Then we have to face realities like the ones we did these last few weeks. Realities of death with no resurrection. Realities of revivalist families who are rock solid in their faith in God’s word, yet still are forced to suffer through the pain of having to bury their loved ones before their time. How in the world can these truths both be true? How can people who harness some of the most intense faith I’ve ever seen see their prayers return void?
I see the McFalls, and the recent tragedy that has come to their home. My heart mourns with them as they are forced to bury their 11 month old daughter. As their friend, I mourn with them. As a parent, I am angry for them. As a sibling, I want to offer comfort to their 2 other daughters, who unfortunately are old enough to grasp the weight death bears on the soul. As a son, I want to give some semblance of solace to the parents that it’ll all be ok. As person, my heart is to demand justice for them, to demand someone be found to blame for them.
That is not, however, what we see happening. Though the family is surely going through the mourning process, I’ve never seen such a response of love, grace, and honor that has been shown in this situation. They are not responding out of anger, need for restitution, or any form of hate or bitterness. They have shown grace to the caretaker of Darby during the accident, and have decided to respond in a way that promotes life. The family used the circumstance to provide life for other children by donating their daughter’s organs to others in need. They have found a form of peace in the most unthinkable of circumstances, and are proactively, though slowly, making movements forward.
I find the rest of us are still left in a kind of offensive fighting stance. There are still a great number of us who have yet to find the peace the McFalls have come to understand. We all are mourning in our own way, and at our own pace. A great deal of us still find ourselves echoing the voice of Darby’s 2 sisters. “Why!? Why did this have to happen!?” “Why” is the question, isn’t it? I mean as great as it is to hear the parents are finding peace, those looking on from the sidelines are not necessarily privy to the same ending. Maybe it’s selfish pride, maybe it’s immaturity? Maybe it’s just stubbornness. Maybe it’s just me, but whatever the reason is, I can’t help but feel like this is just unfinished. Not that I could ever pray any harder than Darby’s parents, but there’s this inherent feeling in people (me) that resonates in our soul of “if only I were there, this might be different.”
More than anything, I feel most of this frustration stems from knowing that this is a calculated attack from our enemy. I can’t help but feel frustrated because I know I have power over the enemy, yet it still isn’t enough to bring Darby back. It kind of feels like we’re caught in a “no man left behind situation.” This was a laser guided missile meant to destroy the heart of not just the McFall family, but our Strong Tower family as well. That heart is our children. The children of our collective family almost completely outnumbers the adults. All the adults, and even many of the pre-adults, have found themselves tightly knit to the kids, even the ones that are not their own. To have lost one of these little ones hurts as bad as if we lost one of our own.
So where do we, as a collective family, go from here? How do we traverse this gap, together? Most of all, how do we come to terms with everything with the same peace the McFall family has? Unfortunately, I fear that the peace surpassing all understanding has a catch to it. If we want that kind of peace, we need to be prepared to willingly give up our “right” to understand. We need to be prepared to give up our need to have answers and justification for wrongs done to us. We, like children, can’t always expect our Father to spell out EVERY decision made. EVERY time something goes wrong, we can’t expect an explanation. Is premature death dealt by the hand of God? Absolutely not! Those called by His name are meant to rid this world of the darkness in it. As we expand the kingdom (as is our commission) we are going to run into these kind of problems. The enemy is not going to just willingly give up what was his for so long.
If this is truly where our problem lies, then I vote we use our most powerful weapon in our arsenal. Worship. I vote we offer a sacrifice of praise that rattles the gates of Hell. I vote we worship our Father and His goodness with such passion and heart this Sunday that the enemy will regret taking this life, the same way he regretted setting Jesus up those thousands of years ago. The point of this atrocity is to distract us from what we are called to do. If we fall into this trap, then we are letting this little warrior die in vain. I refuse to allow that to happen, at least for my family. As far as I’m concerned, I’m going to worship with everything I have on Sunday, thinking of her the whole time. That is how I’m going to honor her memory, and her family. I will live out my life, and my walk with her in mind and the plan that was so suddenly cut short. Who dares to join me?
Eph 3:19
Philippians 4:7
1Cor 1:25, 3:19