Death is inconvenient.
It doesn’t work around your schedule.
It adds work that no one has the energy to complete.
It creates decisions that no one wants to have to make.
Death won’t call you up and say “your loved one is on my list, what day does it suit you for me to take them?” Of course, were that to happen, the answer would be “never!”.
So Death comes. He comes and takes your loved ones; leaving behind disrupted lives and schedules, empty places, and hurt.
But for the Christian, Death doesn’t win.
Just as Death is gleefully toting away his prize, One appears. He holds out his hand and says “this one is mine, I paid his price two thousand years ago and this child accepted me as his savior. Thank you Death, for bringing him home.”
So Death slinks away, defeated once again, as the loving father welcomes his child home.
Another son was called home Sunday October 19th a little after 1pm.
We will miss our grandpa, and Kolton will not remember him. This is the grandpa that Jason lived with for 2 1/2 years before we got married. They lived closer than our parents, or other grandparents, so on the random Sunday afternoon when boredom struck, we would go and play games with them.
I ask that you will pray for our family during this time. We do not mourn as those who have no hope, but the ties of the flesh are strong and we will miss him greatly.