This afternoon, we are going to Beckley, West Virginia to attend the Miner’s Memorial for the 29 dead at the Upper Big Branch Mine. The President will be there, as will be the Vice-President and no doubt nearly 1000 West Virginians. Part of his eulogy has already been posted:
All the hard work. All the hardship. All the time spent underground. It was all for their families. For a car in the driveway. For a roof overhead. For a chance to give their kids opportunities they never knew; and enjoy retirement with their wives. It was all in the hopes of something better. These miners lived – as they died – in pursuit of the American dream.
… In the days following the disaster, emails and letters poured into the White House. Postmarked from different places, they often begin the same way: “I am proud to be from a family of miners,” “I am the son of a coal miner,” “I am proud to be a coal miner’s daughter.” They ask me to keep our miners in my thoughts. Never forget, they say, miners keep America’s lights on. Then, they make a simple plea: don’t let this happen again.
… We cannot bring back the 29 men we lost. They are with the Lord now. Our task, here on Earth, is to save lives from being lost in another such tragedy. To do what must be done, individually and collectively, to assure safe conditions underground. To treat our miners the way they treat each other – like family. For we are all family. We are Americans.
(From here, where you can also find info on watching the service online)
No doubt the cameras will be there, showcasing the collective grief of West Virginia. I love my home state, and her people, and have found them on the whole to be genuine, sincere, and much more than that. There is something about West Virginians, and the more so about the men who work beneath her.
There is so much ugliness in the world today but today, today I expect that I will some beauty in the tears of sorrow in which we join with the families of the departed, many of us not far removed from those men who lost their lives.
I find myself praying Amos’ words,
Away with your noisy hymns of praise! I will not listen to the music of your harps. Instead, I want to see a mighty flood of justice, an endless river of righteous living. (Amos 5:23-24 NLT)
Away, I say, with the noisy words of politicians – I want to see real justice played out here. Perhaps that is a failure on my part, but I do so want to see justice given here. People are ultimately responsible here, and I hope that it comes out and something is really done, this time…
Keep the men who had to search with hope only to be rewarded with disappointment, as they are suffering.
I think I finally have my problems with GoDaddy and Google fixed, although it will take some time to recover. No biggie, really.
For those you interested in the NLT Life Application Bible, Tyndale has released a new edition in a very beautiful binding. There is something about these new bindings, ain’t there?
This week, I should conclude my series on The Indelible Image as well as post a few more things, but we are still busy with my day job. I suspect that I will be busy for while, but fortunately, I have good contributors. Could always use another one or two. To bring in a different perspective and all.
Have a great and blessed Sunday, my good friends.
And pray for the young men and women who are being tossed around by this ole world of ours, with no guidance, finding themselves supported and praised in the things which they shouldn’t be.