Mark is dead.
I feel that I have lost a loved one who was in many ways my moral compass. As the news rippled out from phones and the internet, the sadness in the air was palpable. It was numbing. As it fell to me to bear the news to some others, the whole experience grew surreal.
This is a photograph my son took of one of Mark’s many guitars.
So many adjectives and verbs, yet I am completely at a loss to describe this man, and what he meant to me and the others whose lives he touched. Mark was my first love and became one of my most dependable and generous friends.
Many people are hurting tonight. We can’t make sense of this. I turn my face upward towards the light, and offer a prayer of thanksgiving for the gift of sharing part of the journey with such a kind and gentle man.
Go forth into the world in peace; be of good courage; hold fast that which is good; render to no one evil for evil; strengthen the fainthearted; support the weak; help the afflicted; honor all people; love and serve the Lord, rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit. Amen.