Death and Dying (158)
  1. When we explain away God’s Word, we jettison the reality of our ominous diagnosis in the “Thou shall/shall nots” of the law, and with it the sweet cure in the, “This is My body/blood” of the Gospel.
  2. There are many funeral songs I wouldn’t be caught dead singing. Why? Because my funeral will not be about me.
  3. Jesus takes that burden away in the “I forgive you and them” and gives us His “light” burden.
  4. I have my list. It may seem strange to you, but, when I think about my own death, I often think in terms of positive failures.
  5. Should we consider the tomb of Jesus completely empty, or just somewhat empty?
  6. The Lord has a special place in his heart for those whom the world forgets. For the anonymous. For the rejected.
  7. I’m still piecing together fragments. I’ve spent my life collecting scraps of personal stories that will explain my father to me.
  8. O bloody town of Bethlehem, How shrill we hear thee cry. Your mothers shriek while fathers weep The graveyard lullaby.
  9. I stumbled down labyrinthine paths, crawled in and out of cavernous pits, got lost a million times, and somehow ended up a little farther down the road to healing. Yet in all those crooked lines I see the hand of God writing straight.
  10. If Abel’s blood is spilled all over the ground or if a mere speck had been lodged in the fabric of Cain’s shirt, that blood cries out. It has a voice and it will speak to whomever is willing to listen.
  11. There are several reasons why I nerd out when it comes to AMC’s The Walking Dead.
  12. The pastor put a hand over my mouth, another between my shoulder blades, and backward I fell into the dark waters, buried beneath Noah's flood, the Red Sea, Jordan's stream, all the way down into a borrowed tomb outside Jerusalem where a crucified man lay waiting for me.
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