Winston- Salem buried a fallen police officer yesterday. It is a sobering reality. One that hits far too close to home, for my sister is a police officer.
I stood in the rain yesterday on an overpass and watched hundreds of police cars, motorcycles and other vehicles take Sgt. Hutchens to his gravesite in Yadkinville. From Wait Chapel, down Silas Creek Pkwy and every exit down 421 was blocked with law enforcement and fire trucks. No one could get on the highway going in that direction. I'm sure traffic was backed up for miles... It was really quite incredible to watch. People on the opposite side of the highway got out of their vehicles with their hands on their hearts to honor him as he was headed to his final resting place.
In some ways, Winston shut down because it lost one of its defenders.
Don't we all want that? We want society to shut down in some form or fashion because we are not here anymore. I know I do. I want there to be a loss when I go. I want there to be a hole because I had so much to offer and because I meant something to this world.
I'm encouraged to know that Sgt Hutchens was a strong Christian. There was even an alter call at his funeral. His wife told my mom that God knows everyone's timing and that my sister should keep doing what she loves to do. She even told her that his parents were out at the police car witnessing to people as they left cards and flowers. That's how good comes out of evil.
Will hundreds of police cars escort me to my grave? Probably not. But hundreds of angels will welcome me into Heaven. On earth, we get a processional. In Heaven, we get a parade :)
No comments:
Post a Comment