James Kim is dead. I just read the news on CNN.com.
For those of you who may not know, Kim was the man who left his wife and two young daughters in their stranded car in the Oregon wilderness in order to look for help. They had been trapped for nine days in their car, surviving on berries and melted snow.
Obviously, after so long of a wait, they must have thought they weren't going to be found where they were. They were going to have to do something. So James Kim did the only thing that he could do: he decided to leave the relative comfort and safety of their vehicle in order to find help.
I can't imagine being in that situation. I'm sure both adults felt like it could be the last time they ever saw each other in this world, and both kids probably had no idea of the gravity of that moment.
Ephesians 5 talks about how a man should sacrifice himself for his wife (and, by extension, his family) just as Christ sacrifices himself for the Church. There is no more clear embodiment of that sacrifice than James Kim. It just breaks my heart. I hope that his daughters will, one day, realize just what their dad did to help them. May God comfort them all.