That's what Jessie fervently believed and anticipated, and that's what came across at her service.
The death of a 12-year-old puts life into crystalline perspective. No parent should ever have to bury a child. It's not the accepted order. But life isn't always orderly, nor is it fair.
More than 3,000 people walked from the service into the cool January night believing that it's incumbent upon each of us to focus on what's truly important in life. We need to hug more often, appreciate more often and love — yes that, above all — more often!
Paul, the apostle, wrote: "And now these three remain, faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love." Jessica exhibited all three daily, most particularly love.
Whether a person dies at 12 or 90, his or her time on Earth is brief, like a vapor, as the New Testament puts it. That vapor appears for a brief moment, then vanishes.
Jessie, in just 12 years, impacted this world in ways few of us can match in a lifetime. She was brave because she had supreme confidence in her savior.
NEGU. That's Jessie's slogan, now known throughout the world as "Never Ever Give Up." And she never did.
Her father, Erik, an assistant pastor at Saddleback, did a phenomenal job describing the life of his "Sweet-Pea," his pet name for her, to the assembled throng. How, I wondered, was he able to summon the strength to do that? It was amazing.
Jessie's tante (aunt) also spoke along with Jessie's cousin, fifth-grade school teacher, swimming coach and two friends.
But the person who moved me most was her grandfather — her Papa — Leon Skeie. I too am a papa, with a grandson and six granddaughters. I was drawn inextricably into Leon's story, and I wept alongside him.
Deep sadness and loss emanated from his spirit, but so too did unmistakable resonances of hope and love.
