Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Prayers for single mom

Tim Bosma is seen in a family photo.

By all accounts, he was a really good guy--good father, good husband, good church-goer.  In some ways, on paper at least, he seems quintessentially CRC. While he didn't go to Redeemer, to Dordt, to Calvin, or to Trinity, he and his wife, Sharlene, and their darling two-year-old were by all accounts faithful members of an Ancaster, Ontario, CRC.

The Bosma's preacher was not in attendance at the retreat I led last week, although he certainly could have been. Many of his colleagues from around the adjacent classes were. But that pastor had a horrible problem on his hands and in his heart, the abduction of a member of his church and a woman, that man's wife, who suddenly found herself without her husband and her little girl's dad, a woman who was herself, I'm sure, scared to death.

I first heard the story at that retreat, when one of the leaders announced how this young man named Tim Bosma had left home with a couple of men who were interested in buying his truck, a vehicle they'd seen advertised somewhere on the internet.  Someone said, later on, that he'd heard Bosma himself had worried a bit, since the potential buyer had asked, strangely, if he could meet Tim somewhere--at a restaurant or something--and take the truck for a test drive from there.  Bosma had insisted they come to the house--and that he go with them on this test drive.

It was the last ride he'd ever take. Police discovered his burned body on the lot of the man who has subsequently been charged with first-degree murder.

Me? When I first heard the story, I was concerned about how the next presentation was going to go, the presentation I made directly after the Tim Bosma story was announced to the folks at the retreat center.  The story sounded too TV-scripted--a young father missing and presumably abducted just for a truck?  Can't be.

The story was true and it's awful.  Police are searching for an accomplice or two, it seems, because someone else drove the car they rode up in. Who knows how all of this will shake out?

Within the world of the CRC, the tragic story unfolds deep and committed response that is, veritably, predictable. I know the kind of care his church gave to Bosma's wife because I've seen it ten dozen times or more: hundreds of folks doing anything and everything they can--one newspaper described Bosma's Dutch Reformed world as "very tight."  A neighbor described what the Toronto Star called "their faith-based neighbourhood" as very close. 

No kidding. 

“It’s kind of like one person’s suffering," that neighbor said, "is everybody’s suffering.” A million prayers must have stormed the gates of heaven when there was still some hope; I'm sure that kind of number hasn't diminished in the least, even after the arrest. Now all those prayers all for Sharlene.  And that fatherless two-year-old.

This horrible crime strikes even me, a thousand miles and a national border away because somehow it feels close to home.  I feel as if I knew Tim Bosma, could have had him in class, could have sat in front of him or behind for years of Sunday worship.  He was a member of my tribe, and even though I never met him he couldn't have been more than one degree of separation away.  I wouldn't doubt there were those at the retreat who knew him.  The two of could have played bingo and struck home, I'm sure, in a heartbeat.  

And now he's gone, dead, and his grieving wife walks through a house that probably feels like cardboard.  Still, I know she's not alone, flights of angels, airy and earthy, there beside her and their little girl.  

It's the kind of story that makes you wonder about humankind, even if you're steeped in a theology whose two major pillars are the sovereignty of God and the depravity of man. Theology is a classroom exercise until it meets the road, as it does here, in this story. But even if that's all you've heard from the pulpit for you whole life, there's no way for the heart to imagine the horrifying malevolence of whoever murdered Tim Bosma for his 2007 black Dodge Ram. Turns out the alleged perpetrator had more than enough money to buy it.  

Makes the blood run cold, someone wrote on line.

Strikes me as exactly right, cliche or not.  There's no way to make sense of what happened to the Bosmas of Ancaster.  Simply, makes the blood run cold and puts us on our knees.


Anonymous said...

There's a movement afoot to encourage every CRC congregation to include 'In Christ Alone' in this Sunday's liturgy as a sign of unity and encouragement for the Bosma family. Fitting...

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