Two years ago today, Kyle died. I’d like to say I remembered the day. But Brian did for me. What I remember better than the day is the time.
Kyle’s death brought with it the sobering realization that people just like me die. Fathers with small kids. People in love. People with dreams not yet materialized. People with clean x-rays and straight backs and quick minds.
Sobering.
I was sobering up in those days anyway, the inebriation of success beginning to wear thin, deciding every day whether to have another or hold tight through the hangover. I was addicted, truth be told, to my own comfort (I still like it a bunch) and the belief that I deserve more than I merely need. I was waking more and more often in my big bed back then to an empty place square footage in a gated community couldn’t fill. I was feeling like doing something else, like being something else, but needed a push to turn the feeling into movement.
Then I went to El Salvador and saw poverty, real poverty, for the first time in my life. And a couple months later Kyle died. And so I moved – literally and figuratively. Because people like me die and when they do it reminds some of us to start living.
Thanks, Kyle.
emma says:
It’s pretty incredible to see the impact that Kyle still leaves… thanks for sharing that Shaun.
Grovesfan says:
I did not know Kyle of course, but I can only begin to imagine the void that can never be filled by anyone else. I’ve been giving it lots of thought lately too. As we turned from the freshly dug grave of a very good friend of my son’s last week, he said “Mom, people my age aren’t supossed to bury their friends. I’ve buried two since we moved here, and I don’t ever want to do it again.” Alex turned 18 this month. One of those friends took his own life; the other lost a battle with brain cancer. These losses hurt, but my son knows what it means to live for Christ, and he does it with a passion. As he contemplates his upcoming graduation, he’s always talking to me about ideas on how to serve, and lately, how to rescue kids from poverty.
Beth
Scott says:
It is amazing to me how, often times as a result of or through tragedy, God’s interwoven plan unfolds. I look back at some of my darkest days now as the brightest beginnings.
Elizabeth says:
I found you via Scott Baker’s blog.
I just thought I’d let you know that Truett Seminary has just started a center called The Kyle Lake Center for Effective Preaching. Kyle’s legacy will live on at Truett.
And I wasn’t going to cry watching that video and then his small child started dancing to the Coldplay video and I had to grab a tissue.
Enjoy your blog
andrew says:
Well Shaun, we don’t have children at this point in time, but I still shed a tear reading your post and watching the video. I’ll definitely be more aware of the moments that I have with my wife as a result…
I didn’t know Kyle, but it seems that many people would love to have a legacy like him, even in the short amount of time that he was on this earth. Thanks for sharing this Shaun.
MamasBoy says:
Wow, that’s inspiring.
Jimmy Clark says:
Thanks for the good word man. I do think that many of us who had the opportunity to know him continue on a daily basis to reflect on Kyle’s huge impact. Did God use that to gain clarity on the life he intends for us? Absolutely! Praise God for it! Thank you again for putting into words what many of us feel, but cannot achieve in the printed word. Bless you man.
Jimmy