As you well know last Friday my
nephew had a terrible car accident and he died at the tender age of
thirty-five years the following day. He was a Christian and had given
his life to Christ in his late teens.
My nephew had been living with
my family for two years from 1985 to 1987.
He was a great young man, he
was smart, very athletic, and he was very giving.
My brother and his wife were
glad that we would offer him the experience. We had a wonderful
time together.
He then left to go back to
Germany and had been faced with a terrible situation: My brother had
left his wife and was living with another woman.
My nephew and his sister were
heartbroken and devastated.
My nephew’s mother was alone
helpless. She never had to take care of anything, she had no working
skills, and the family retrieved from her, because in Germany for the
most part blood stands by blood. Right or wrong . . .
The problem was with my nephew
since he was part of our family bloodline, however he cited with his
mother and despised his father.
He committed acts of deep hate
against his father and his father retaliated with the same act.
Evil met Evil.
This was not the nephew I knew.
But the truth is we all have
sides like that. For the most part we are good people. For the most part
we want to do good and we want to be treated good and as a whole person.
Dr. Carl Jung said that we as
humans are motivated by the Ego, who represents the true being (the
self), but the Ego is not the true being.
The Ego is the guy who
represents the company and he manipulates, and interprets and
facilitates . . . but he is never the true company.
Jesus Christ asks us to give up
the old self, to be born again, to let the true self be in the center of
our life.
In that ‘true self’ lies "the
image of God," which our ego misrepresents. Our ego wants to make the
image of God out according to the ego’s image and this wrong image
wanders into our hearts and from our hearts it wanders into our actions.
To complicate the situation
further, my brother got married to the new woman and she was never . . .
until this day . . . accepted into my family. They had two beautiful
children, neither one of them were ever visited by my nephew nor were
they able to see him.
My nephew did very well. He got
to know shortly after his arrival a beautiful young lady, who he would
live with for the next fifteen years. He made rapid career advancements,
he bought a beautiful house, he lived a great life . . .
In our devotions the day before
the funeral friends and family explained what a wonderful person he was.
He was probably one of the most giving person I have ever known. He was
not the kind of person who would publicly display his kindness, but was
rather an individual who would quietly give in a thousand ways.
My brother will never hear the
stories, because they did not invite him that day, where everyone was
there, everyone who had got to know my nephew and all recited
experiences with him for more than three hours.
The decision of my brother to
leave his wife had a tremendous impact not only on his life, but on the
life of hundreds. The path my nephew was going from the day he
understood that his father had left his family was not the intended path
God wanted him to go.
I do not know if the other path
would have been an easier path, but what I do know is that God had
looked with sorrow upon the whole situation.
My brother also had never
talked to his wife since he had left and the lawsuits from either side
had taken a toll on their lives.
I began negotiating between
them to find peace; starting the day of the burial service fo my nephew
so no more could be destroyed. To make up and to forgive and to move
ahead.
I had seen hope to facilitate
the process . . . because my brother’s wife had become a very committed
Christina and just over Christmas my brother told me that he and his
wife were ready to attend an adult bible study.
I negotiated for three days and
they both committed to see each other.
It was a very important step in
their lives.
You see brothers and sisters .
. . a lot of times in life when we become unforgiving we do not get a
second chance. We become so hardened that hate fills our heart and we
rejoice in the pain of the suffering of the other.
My nephew had taken it hard
with his father, my brother! He mentioned too many times that he would
never forgive him for what he had done to their family, because of the
pain they had felt.
During my visit over Christmas
I saw my nephew and we were making arrangements to see him during the NY
marathon. He was a tremendous athlete. He participated in Siberia
running events, etc. and he was looking forward coming and running the
race in the US.
I briefly talked to him about
my brother and during the conversation. I saw his eyes which were filled
with experiences of pain and suffering.
He did not give any indication
of a change of heart, and he suggested arguments of forgetting and
leaving the subject alone.
Two days before he died, my
nephew wrote me an e-mail in which I recognized a change of heart. He
indicated that reconciliation will happen and that he was making an
effort of walking the slow path of healing. He had spoken to my
brother-his father on his birthday . . . and the day he wrote me these
lines I truly thought that they will make it . . .
They did NOT!
My nephew died and was never
able to tell his Dad that he loved him and that he forgave him.
He left this earth with a
million questions in the hearts of my brother, his ex-wife, his sister .
. . and many others.
You see it matters that we
become forgiving and reconcile, because we do not know what lies ahead
on our path.
On the day of the funeral . . .
my brother and his ex-wife gave each other a hug, they spoke words and
their eyes gave each other new hope . . .
1 Phil.