A dear friend of mine from the air show past away this week. He was only 52. He was sleeping when he had a massive heart attack. And when another dear friend of mine went in to check on him in the morning, he was already gone. Today I will go to the familiar funeral home, stumble on my words, shed tears, pray silently inside of myself, hug her super tight and come back home.
I am dreading it like the plaque. For this man was young- his death was unexpected- and my friend is now all alone.
I offered to do for her what I always offer to do- prepare food. It's all I've got. I have not a single healing power, no professional helpful services to offer, no wisdom at all- just casseroles and prayer. That's really all I have. And my casseroles aren't exactly anything to speak of- mind you. She gracefully declined, and told me to hang tight until next week when the lonelies set in. Yeah- dang those lonelies.
So today- my heart is full of grief. Grief not only for my friends- but also for my Lord Jesus Christ. For it is today that we remember the gift that He gave to us with His death on the cross. I took some time to read of His death this morning- even He was afraid. That alone speaks to my soul this morning. But because of His selfless and merciful gift- we will all get to be together again once our time on this earth is complete.
But as with any gift- you have to accept it. But once you accept that Jesus Christ died on that cross for your sins- life as you know it will never be the same.