A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Jon Francis...In Memory Of....

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Jon Francis...In Memory Of....

I have had a prayer for the last year. Every year we travel to Stanley Lake/Redfish Lake area to enjoy the 4th of July. Last year, a young man named Jon Francis came to enjoy the mountains created by his loving God as well. After reaching the summit of Grand Mogul (the beautiful mountain behind us in the family photo and in the mountain photo on the blog) , Jon Francis disappeared. His family and Search units searched all last summer and began this summer as well....never giving up hope of finding Jon, first alive, then finding his body to give him a Christian burial.

At last, his remains have been found. As of July 24th, the family has found the remains of Jon Francis on a steep side of Grand Mogul. It appears that he fell quite a ways during his hike and died on the mountain.

I tell you this, because I have prayed for this family and for Jon every since I heard his story. Often checking the blog they set up in hopes of hearing that their search was over and that he was finally found so his family would have some peace.

We traveled to the mountains again this year and I was able to pray by the mountain that had more than likely claimed his life, praying that he was with God and his family could rest...now they can.

IN MEMORY OF JON FRANCIS....

http://www.jonfrancis.org/index.php?option=com_frontpage&Itemid=1

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We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes