We're sorry, but your son is dead. I'm sorry, but the results of your tests aren't good. A note on a pillow and an empty dresser, a pink slip instead of job security, any of these scenarios signal gut wrenching detours on life's highway. Such was the feeling last Sunday afternoon when I got a phone call telling me that Gordon Graham, a local Pastor had gone to be with the Lord. The message is clear.
Life is uncertain.
Breath in the morning, isn't a guarantee of life at evening's sunset. So, we pretend that life has a stable foundation of rock solid certainty. Then, something shatters the illusion and the true fragility of life peaks through. This past Wednesday, I went to the funeral along with the hundreds of friends, family and acquaintances who came to remember, to comfort, and to pay tribute. As I sat there, I prayed for the family, thought of my own mortality, and wondered about the future.