I want to talk about that. I know that some have struck deep roots because of the buffeting of death. Also, I know of others who have just about been wiped out because of the death of a loved one. I have questioned God about why our Creator hasn t eased the pain that some people endure. But, we ve just come through a couple of days where we realized that our Creator s heart was breaking over our grief as much as it was breaking 2000 years ago on a hill called Calvary.
Death is only an old door, set in a garden wall.
On quiet hinges it gives at dusk, when the late birds call. I would like for the knowledge and insight in that poem to be a part of the life of each of us. I don t want to argue with anybody. That s what we often do, isn t it. We look only so far, and the room is a small one.