Friday, April 22, 2011

A calling on Good Friday

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.

1 comment:

sarah said...

sorry to hear about your friend, but please know that your cassoroles are not just or only cassoroles; they are much more. :)