Yesterday, I found myself in an all too familiar setting; gathered alongside friends and family and strangers, memorializing a life and offering our official goodbyes to a dear loved one. Whether it’s just been an unlucky stretch of years or the natural result of getting older, it seems that it is now my lot to visit the house of mourning several times a year. Scripture tells me that it is good to be in this house, but it’s no one’s aim (and surely not mine) to become a regular at this sorrowful abode.
Thank you.
A very inspiring look at passing