Tonight as I rode over the roads on my way home from camp, we passed over some white scars in the road. To an ordinary traveler, they may go unnoticed, but to me they were the signs left from a tragedy that happened only yesterday. A young boy was headed home from youth camp and was involved in a fatal accident. He was driving, went off the road and over-corrected sending him into the path of an oncoming truck. He was pronounced dead at the scene. Many of his friends and family were only a few miles behind him and came upon the accident. He was a High School student at the school that I teach at, a patron where I worked at, and a good friend of some of my friends. I remember the students that I taught last year always running up to give Jordan a hug, and now he is gone. His parents have lost a son, his sister a brother, and a multitude of people have lost a beloved friend. Pray for his family, pray for friends, and pray for the entire group of young people that had just said bye to him as they parted ways to go home from camp, not knowing that it was last time they would ever see him again. It is a hard burden to bear. But for those of you who are praying, pray that this will wake people up. Help them to realize afresh and anew that life is so fragile, and so valuable. Let us also pray that when we ourselves leave this earth,our life, like Jordan's life, will be remembered by many people, for more than simply scars in the road.
