When I went to H’s last week to teach the bible story about Jesus washing the disciples’ feet, her place was basically deserted. Usually, by the time I get there, mid morning, her yard is a beehive of movement. Kids and her daughters-in-law and grandkids and people wanting rides to the hospital…people people people. I found out that an 8-month-old grandbaby in the head wife’s family died, unexpectedly, so everyone was there at that home, just a few minutes’ walk from H’s. I don’t know what God is trying to teach me right now – seems like every which way I turn, death is there. My dear friend HJ’s death and now this baby’s, two other deaths in the families of CEFA farm peeps, the senseless murder of the Spanish nun, the horrific massacre up in northern CAR, even a book I just read, and a movie we just watched, philosophizing about the end of life. It just hits home that beyond our security in the Savior, when I think about dying, I want to be remembered. In a good way. I think about the grieving and how we miss people, and that is actually coming up for us, big time, when we leave CAR at the end of August. So the idea is to focus on keeping on with the memory building, keeping on with being present right now, keeping on with loving people as best we can and keeping on with praying for the lost to be found!
