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Good Friday appears to be a complete dead-end.
Remember you are dust,
and to dust you shall return.
It is not news, but every day it becomes more real. And for my generation it is becoming a pressing reality.
The problem with death is that it feels so final. The material presence of a person who has died is simply gone. Depending upon our relationship with the person who has died, the sense of loss can be utterly devastating.
This coming Sunday is likely to cast fear into the hearts of those preachers who attempt to follow the Revised Common Lectionary assigned readings as the guide for their preaching.
Anne Wallace died on October 27, 2015 of a massive brain hemorrhage. Anne was sixty-one-years-old.
The “entirely different consciousness” to which Mr. Brown alludes in his diary, is the reality upon which I have staked my life.
Nine years before I was born, the horrifying conflagration we have come to call The Second World War, came to an end.
Remembrance Day is a good time to ponder loss and grief and to explore our own response to the inevitable pain that accompanies the often difficult realities of life.