Although I have no new information to add, I suppose it’s only natural, being “the writer” and the only seminary grad in the family, that I would be called upon to blog about Clay’s current news. The truth is, though, that I am mainly dumbfounded, and am at a loss for pretty words.
Clay, of course, has accepted this setback with his usual sunny stoicism. At least it reads like stoicism, but maybe it’s just simple faith. Lauren is bearing up as best she can. Everyone is reeling; no one saw this coming.
And let me reiterate: Clay is going to be fine. I think this is a major setback, but I also think that he has all of the advantages in the world: loving family and friends, youth, good health, and the best medical care available. I don’t look forward to the weeks and months ahead, but I hope for everything.
Eight years ago, on New Year’s eve of 1999, I took a walk down a Cloverdale street in Montgomery, Alabama and waited for the world to end. You remember the forecasts: crashing mainframes, plummeting stock market, market mayhem. But the world did not end, because then, as is now, grace underslung everything. That is what I confess, and I try to live into that confession: grace underslings Clay, like grace underslings us all.
I have no perspective to offer save this: grace still underslings the world, and God is still King. This is not a pious maxim or a refutation of pain and grief, but my only hope, and yours as well. In the days and months ahead, as we love the Kirklands and pray, sing, and grieve with them, let’s live into that truth together.