More Than Today

This morning as I was preparing to lead worship I was reading the Bible and thinking of whether there was anything in particular that I wanted to share between songs, etc. Pastor Dennis Hall was sharing on "Death and Resurrection" and I thought of something that I think relates to our experiences with relating to death and and how we can face it. Max Lucado in his book "It's Not About Me" tells of a time when his Uncle had died and people were crying. He writes: "But then I look up. I see my father. He turns his face toward me and smiles softly. "It's okay, son," he assures, laying a large hand on my leg. Somehow I know it is. Why it is, I don't know. My family still wails. Uncle Buck is still dead. But if Dad in the midst of it all, says its okay, then that's enough. At that moment I realized something. I could look around and find fear, or look at my father and find faith. I chose my father's face. So did

Hi. I came across a wonderful article on asking the question "Why?" in difficult situations. It begins here: "Why, God, Why?"Facing the painful questions that life keeps asking.By Anne Graham Lotz My mother's pale, gaunt face was transformed into wreathes of joy when I walked through the door of her hospital room. Although her eyes seemed sunken, they sparkled with the zest for life that is her own special trademark. With IVs dangling from her arms, she lifted her trembling hands to welcome me. I embraced her frail body, feeling the heat of her temperature and the protrusion of her bones through the thin hospital gown. She was unable to speak clearly, so I just patted her and sat down nearby. Within moments, she was asleep. And I was left to wonder, Why? Why does my mother's life seem to be ending in suffering and, at times, confusion? Why, after a life lived selflessly for others, must her old age be, in some ways, a curse? Yet I was reminded tha