Well, that's an understatement. Our boss, and dear friend, lost his mother this weekend. Another friend here on the ministry team flew out to CA to see her father before he was taken off of life-support. He passed away early this morning. I have had 2 deaths of friends in the last week.
Times like this make me think of the glory of eternity with Christ. At the MercyMe concert last Thursday, while playing "I Can Only Imagine", the big screens displayed pictures of people holding photos of loved ones who had died. There was one in particular that really caught my attention. It was a little boy who held a framed photo of what I assume was his grandpa. The boy had just the faintest hint of a smile, as though in the midst of his missing Grandpa, he knew that Grandpa wouldn't choose to come back. He was rejoicing in the arms of Jesus.