RIP Nick Adenhart

Since I heard about it yesterday morning, I haven't been able to get the death of Nick Adenhart out of my mind.

Obviously, the deaths of all three men in that car are tragic, as are the injuries sustained by the fourth man. But, I only know anything about Adenhart--and outside of hearing about the game, I knew nothing.

A 22 year-old pitcher, who'd seen a little action in the Majors last year, started his rookie year on Wednesday by pitching 6 shut-out innings for the LA Angels. It was one of those nights he'd look back on, tell his kids and grandkids about. One his buddies from high school would remember, they'd have been cheering him on while watching the game on TV--as would his family. This is what they'd all dreamed of since Little League. And where would he go from here?

Then it was all snatched away by a repeat drunk driver running a red light, slamming into a car, driving it into a telephone pole. All that remained was memories--and given what happened after the game Wednesday, those memories can't be full of that much joy.

It's mostly his parents that I can't stop thinking about, the loss their dreams and hopes--but more importantly the loss of their son, horrific even without the timing. I don't know the eternal state of Adenhart or his parents--I pray they know the saving grace of our Lord, and if not, that the Gospel will work in their hearts as they grieve.

If this isn't proof that under the sun, "all is vanity and a striving after wind," I don't know what is. One more reminder that we need to

Enjoy life with the wife whom you love, all the days of your vain life that he has given you under the sun, because that is your portion in life and in your toil at which you toil under the sun. Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might