Today I am going to a "memorial service" for Cameron's Uncle JD. He died on Thursday.
It's an odd mix of life. It's the end and a beginning.
Being a follower of Christ can only give one a balanced perspective of this weekend. I'm not consumed by grief and I am not forgetting to mourn.
There's another juxtaposition I thought of:
Gina and Ryan are at the starting line of their vows tomorrow. They are about to learn what they mean and promise each other "until death".
Cameron's Aunt Sue has fulfilled her vows- the only thing that seperated her and her husband was death. I think she should be proud.
2-8 A right time for birth and another for death,
A right time to plant and another to reap,
A right time to kill and another to heal,
A right time to destroy and another to construct,
A right time to cry and another to laugh,
A right time to lament and another to cheer,
A right time to make love and another to abstain,
A right time to embrace and another to part,
A right time to search and another to count your losses,
A right time to hold on and another to let go,
A right time to rip out and another to mend,
A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
A right time to love and another to hate,
A right time to wage war and another to make peace.
9-13 But in the end, does it really make a difference what anyone does? I've had a good look at what God has given us to do—busywork, mostly. True, God made everything beautiful in itself and in its time—but he's left us in the dark, so we can never know what God is up to, whether he's coming or going. I've decided that there's nothing better to do than go ahead and have a good time and get the most we can out of life. That's it—eat, drink, and make the most of your job. It's God's gift.