The difference between a woman that is led by the Spirit and other women…

The other women cry and feel sorry. The woman that is led by the Spirit does what this one wrote to me:

My experience in Santa Maria (RS)

I woke up with desperate cries and sirens blaring through the city.

I had no idea that it was a tragedy of great proportions. Initially, the information we received was that 20 young people had died in a fire that started in a very popular nightclub named Kiss.

Around 10am, I went there to see what was really going on because so many people were crying in the street and so many others were desperately speaking on the phone.

When I arrived there, I came across a horrific scene: a truck stopped and several bodies were being piled up, one on top of another, all young people who, hours ago, danced and had fun, but now were nothing more than bodies, being thrown into a truck.

The girl next to me asked a fire fighter if there were still a lot of bodies to be removed from the nightclub, and with a perplexed look, he said: “Yes. Several.”

“The deaths of over 150 young people have already been confirmed,” he replied, without seeming to believe what was actually happening.

As the families of the young people who were killed arrived at the scene, they were all desperate and could not believe what was happening.

Around 2pm, the bodies had been taken to a gymnasium, and I managed to get into the club.

“My God, how awful!” I thought.

It was a scene of horror, despair and death. Hundreds of shoes and clothes were thrown all over the floor. Dogs were searching for bodies inside the club, and the smell of smoke still hung in the air.

I wondered how the families of those young people were doing.

I went to the gymnasium, but was barred by a security guard who did not allow me to go inside because it was exclusively for people whose relatives died in the tragedy. But deep inside, I felt like I had lost someone. I felt their pain and didn’t give up trying to get inside. I needed to help in some way, provide support and lead them the consolation that only those who have the Holy Spirit are able to give.

I finally managed to enter the area where the family members were recognizing their dead loved ones.

It was like a scene from a horror movie!

Several bodies were lined up on the floor. Youths who died with a look of despair on their face. Many with holes in their bodies, from being stepped upon by girls with high heels, who were struggling to survive. I cannot explain how strong the scene really was. And the mothers, fathers, relatives and friends had to see that sad that image. My God, what kind of mind could bear to see that image? How could I help these people?

I identified myself as a psychologist, to be useful, and to be able to offer some support to the families who were going through the worst pain someone could ever endure in life. Everyone who left the room, where over 200 bodies had been recognized, were brought by the doctor to us, the psychologists, so that we could calm them down.

One mother left the room in utter despair: “My only two children… No!!!”

And the doctor directed her to me.

This mother had lost her two sons: one was 21 years old and the other was only 19. She became ill and had to be treated. I hugged her and said the Lord Jesus would give her strength. At this time, no words can ease the pain. So, I prayed silently. I asked God that the same Holy Spirit that was comforting me from my beloved husband’s sudden death a month ago would also comfort her. And I held her.

It would not be a simple hug, but it would have to be the embrace of God Himself. I forgot my pain and I felt the pain of those people. Thank God, I have the Holy Spirit, Who comforts me, but those people, what do they have?

How could I give them the support they needed? These people left the room where the bodies were, feeling perplexed and desperate. Many felt ill and fainted.

Just the day before, they saw their healthy and happy daughters, then the next day, they saw them on the ground, disfigured. Some bodies were already turning a bit green, and many other bodies had horrible facial expressions!

I spent the day there with my sister, who does the work of God here in Santa Maria. There were also volunteers like pastors, assistants, members and members of the Youth Group.

We had to help many mothers. Mothers who lost their only child, mothers who were in shock – and understandably so…

Several coffins passed by while we were there.

In a makeshift room, it was the relatives themselves who dressed and prepped the victims in their coffins. There wasn’t any privacy. At that point, we all had access to that area and many families were not bothered by our presence. After all, we were all united by the same pain.

The collective funeral began and the farewell was painful.

A mother screamed, “I told my daughter not to go to that party, but she didn’t listen to me… She’s gone!” She cried uncontrollably. I just hugged her and called a doctor to medicate her.

Another lady, who a month ago had lost a son in a car accident, now lost her only remaining son in the Kiss tragedy. Imagine the despair… you had to see it to understand. Not to mention, so many other mothers who were also suffering.

Everyone suffered.

Lara, an 18 year old girl, mourned the loss of her brother: “My brother… No, my God! He was doing so well … Oh, what pain! ”

He was at the club to celebrate his acceptance to the university. He was going to study advertising, and did not have a clue about the tragic end he would have.

After a whole day involved in that drama, we arrived home physically and mentally tired, but with the certainty that we did what the Lord Jesus would have done: “Comfort those who wept.” All thanks to the Helper, the Holy Spirit, who lives in us.

The day after the tragedy, I met with the members of the Godllywood group, so that together we could go to the hospital to give our support and faith to the families of the victims who were seriously ill, struggling to survive, and waiting for a miracle.

Mrs. Cris, I sent you a message days after the death of my husband, and I am grateful for the words of faith that I received. I came to Santa Maria to spend a few days at my sister’s, who is a pastor’s wife here. And, thank God, I could give what I have graciously received from God, because He has comforted me every day.

I forgot my own pain and thought about the immense pain those families were going through. I am grateful for all the teachings and to be part of the Godllywood group, which, through meetings and tasks, has taught me, among other things, to be STRONG!

Kisses filled with love and gratitude to you, my Big Sister!

A friend.

With the help of Cristiane Cardoso