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Dawa Sherpa, 52, vanished descending Everest. After nearly a week, with his family two days into funeral rites, a cleanup crew found him crawling toward base camp.
His compassions don't fail. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23
Dawa Sherpa, fifty-two, disappeared coming down from near the summit of Everest at the end of May. His client made it to base camp. He did not. After days with no sign of him, his family gave him up for dead and began the funeral rites, which last several days. They were on the second day of those rites when a cleanup crew saw something moving on the ice above base camp. It was Dawa, crawling, alive, after nearly a week with no food, no water, and no oxygen.
It is tempting to read this as a miracle, the man who came back from the dead. But that reading only works for the ones who come back. It says nothing to the family one tent over whose climber did not, or to the two infants who died on a different mountain the same week.
The line Lamentations is remembered for was not written by someone who got rescued. It was written in the ashes of a city that had already burned, by a man who had watched the worst happen and was spared none of it. There, he says the mercies are new every morning. He does not mean the disaster was undone. He means the morning came back, and he found, each time, just enough to meet it.
That mercy was with Dawa's family before they knew he was alive. They had gotten up on the second morning. They were doing the next thing grief asks. The dawn that gave Dawa back is the same dawn that returns to people who are given nothing back.
Some mornings it brings someone down off the mountain. Every morning, it comes.