Mark Jones - In His Dust

On Monday night I got a text saying my friend - Chris Gaston had died.

You know… I didn’t really know what to think. I was totally lost for words, and had no idea what to say or think. I said I would pray…

Then I found myself in a place I’ve only been once or twice before. The last time was when a close friend had a miscarriage and again I was asked to pray for them. Again I was lost for words, and couldn’t even think of what to say to God. On Monday night, I was thinking something along the lines of ‘How could this happen?’, and ‘Where was God in all this?’.

It was a couple of days later, when I was talking to my friend Scotty… and generally thinking about Chris, and what his family must be going through right at that moment, that I realized it came back to faith.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand some of the stuff that happens. It just won’t ‘compute’ in my head. And you know what… I don’t think I want to. I trust God. I know that He knows best. And I have faith in whatever His plan for my life, and anyone else’s life is.

On Sunday night I saw the most people I’ve ever saw at Re:Hope. I know that Chris packed out a church in N.Ireland. He doubled the congregation at Re:Hope. I see God moving in Re:Hope, through the death of my friend Chris Gaston.

I praise God for the life of my friend Chris Gaston. I’ll miss him, but I also know that Chris is where I want to be… and that I will see him again, and I trust in God’s plan for my life. I trust in the fact that God is in control.