We all know of the heartbreaking death of George Floyd on May 25th. Whatever his past deeds, this cruel and callous end to his life was not warranted. It has not been an easy road for George and his people and the road ahead will not be easy, but all of us can be a part of justice and world change by keeping the picture of Mr. Floyd’s brutal death alive in our hearts and minds. This atrocity should never again touch a black life, or any life for that matter. Peace be with you.
“You have heard that it was said to the people long ago, ‘You shall not murder, and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment.’ Matthew 5:21.
Following is one of the meanings of the word supernatural as found in The Mirriam-Webster Dictionary: departing from what is usual or normal especially so as to appear to transcend the laws of nature
Having said that, would the following narrative meet that criteria?
Friday, May 8th would have marked the 66th anniversary of the date I married the father of my five children. His name was Bill Boyes and he died in 1992. While having breakfast Friday morning, I silently said, “Hey, Bill, if you remember this would have been our 66th anniversary, could you let me know in some way?”
Later, while watching the noon news, a fire captain was describing a house fire. His name came up on the screen….BILL BOYES.
Was that supernatural?
We may ask what is so good about Good Friday when it was the day Jesus was crucified. It is only in hindsight that the answer is found. If Good Friday hadn’t happened we would not have Jesus with us today. This is something I can’t even imagine. Although it is heart-wrenching to think of His suffering, it is heart-warming to know that He didn’t live and die but He died and lives. Happy Good Friday.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16
Although the world looks dark at the moment with all the closures, social distancing, dying, frustration, anxiety, etc., when I think of my family and friends and the closeness we can still share via social media it brings a smile to my face and hope to my heart. This little image is for all of you who light up my life.
Well known and long time Canadian politician, John Crosbie has died at the age of 88.
He was known for a sharp tongue and quick wit.
It is said he was an avid reader and when once asked what book he was currently reading, his reply was, “The Bible; I want to be prepared for my final exam.”
Not bad advice, I’d say. Happy Saturday.
On Monday, Oct. 21, I posted What are the Chances. One of my sons has corrected me on the time frame of that memory.
I noted that my niece had passed away twenty years ago at the age of eighteen when in fact it was forty years ago.
On my part that was a simple error in time. But time does have a way of passing so quickly that we do lose track of it.
Does that make the recording of last Thursday’s event any more impactful? I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that whether it was one year or fifty years in time passage, the impact on me that day will remain with me for the rest of my life.
I attended another celebration of life yesterday. The main memories the family had of their mother/wife/grandmother were of how much she loved life and how life loved her back. It was meaningful that in the face of death she knew that she would “dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” (Psalm 23). That’s how I find the courage to say, Happy Sunday, in the aftermath of sadness.
We survived the last supper, the crucifixion, the waiting period, and it is here…the day of resurrection…Easter Sunday!
It has been said before and is worth repeating:
It is not that Jesus lived and died but that He died and lives! Happy Easter.
A few weeks ago a friend was diagnosed with stage four cancer. She was devastated to hear this news and became sad and depressed.
After many more tests and appointments, she began to hope that with the right treatment, perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded.
And then the other shoe dropped. Terminal. The prognosis is a few weeks, perhaps months.
This lady picked up the pieces of what life she has left and began preparing to die. Her affairs are in order and her family, while being heartbroken, is comfortingly close and supportive.
In conversation with her, I am overwhelmed by a sense of respect, admiration, and inspiration.
Her family, friends and church family are praying earnestly for a miracle.
As she faces her second chemo treatment today, which will hopefully prolong her life beyond the prognosis, I am praying for her, and hope whoever reads this, wherever in the world, will also offer prayer for this courageous lady.
Today many people are needing peace, comfort and strength in the face of losing someone near and dear to them. I pray that tranquility will touch their lives as they surrender to one of the wonders of life. May your Sunday be blessed with the peace that passes all understanding. (Philippeans 4:7)