Niagara Gazette — And that’s why we all were there.
Donald is gone now. Something is always sad about dying.
But, there is also something that goes largely unnoticed in those fading, flickering flames and those dark wisps of black smoke that rises from the sputtering candles that are the lives of dying family, friends and loved ones. As they burn out, one-by-one, the fire of their lives somehow leap onto the unlit wicks of those new candles. We then see something special in the darkness that their broken or exhausted absences have left behind — it is that the steady light, which burns from both those new and renewed candles, is seemingly brighter.
As Reverend Points asked us to do in that sanctuary that day, should we not also do beneath the blue sanctuary of that sky where we all live? Should we not, every day, ourselves scour the curbs of our lives and seek out those who have been discarded? Shouldn’t we let them know that we find value in them, without taking anything from them, but by giving them a piece of our own hearts?
The Donalds of the world have gone unnoticed to most of my readers — until their candles burn out. Like stars, there are many ‘Donalds’ that are always around us; but sadly, we see them best in the darkness of our own nights.
And while the church is a scrap yard of sorts, Donald’s brown metal coffin cannot be as was his black, ‘Sanford and Son-like’ pickup truck. It should not carry away, with him, his valuable mission and ministry of sorts. While other scrappers will continue to pick up the broken and discarded ‘things’ that lie along the curbs of the city, it is up to we who remain to renew our efforts at being those kind of scrappers like Donald. While we must place value in the things that we possess, we must also find even more value in broken and discarded people whom we encounter; those who walk along the sidewalks of our city between the cold piles of scrap metals and the homes from which it came — those metaphorically chilly homes and hearts with their bolted doors and their shade-drawn windows.
Donald did — because as Reverend Points said, “He was a scrapper.”
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