As November closes, I am drawn to the remembrance of now two years ago when my wife and I abandoned our Thanksgiving plans and went to be with her father in his last hours on this earth. And then only a few months later we made our way to be with my own father in his last days on this earth. It was a blessed thing to be with them in their death even as I admit that death itself is cruel and mean, an enemy to be vanquished only by Him whose death kills death for all. Only God could take something as ugly and dark as death and plant within it the hope of life! His one and only Son entered our death and laid in the belly of the earth but it could not claim Him as it claimed us and now, because He is risen, we too hope for the resurrection of the dead and the life everlasting.
Listen. If you are hurting, here is comfort. If you despair, here is hope.