This Thanksgiving is really bittersweet. We heard yesterday that a dear friend to many, Justin Schaefer, collapsed on his run and died on Sunday. He was 26, and an absolutely beautiful soul.
A strong Catholic man and complete geology nerd (with the degree to prove it.)
I'm glad to have known him for a brief time.
I'm glad that we shared such similar taste in pizza toppings he stole my pizza out of the oven.
I wish we had gotten that coffee.
A friend posted this poem that Justin wrote with the note that it was more appropriate than anything he could think of to say. I think he's right.
Faith Tectonics
Give me faith to move mountains,
I gave fire to move mountains.
Give me wisdom to straighten the path.
I gave water to carve out the path.
Give me love that erupts into the earth.
I gave volcanoes to transform the world.
A voice cries out the wilderness:
_____Make low the mountains;
__________I will erode injustices.
_____Make full the valleys;
__________I will deposit compassion.
O Divine Dynamo, the mover of movers.
I have mapped my faults.
Shear them together,
That I may know perseverance.
Subduct my soul, you who are beyond all things,
As I dive into this baptism of fire and water,
Let me be transformed.
Give me a heart of stone,
Not of the cold, dead, static, stone;
But of the warm, dynamic, life bearing earth.
The rock on which you will build your Church.
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| For the repose of the soul of Justin Schaefer. May God grant him eternal rest, and let perpetual light shine upon him. |
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