Death

Today it isn't a pretty post. To share only the good feels dishonest.

I come from a small community, with around 800 people living in town. It's an agricultural area, though, so there are more residents than 800. Everyone knows everyone else, and sometimes your problem becomes his, and hers and theirs. It is a true community, where people may talk about you one day, but if you are ever in trouble, there they all are with help, casseroles, comfort.

And my town is dead. I mean spiritually. It is dry, hard like dry mud on a well trodden road. Jesus just doesn't seem to sink in. Worship in the churches feels so alone. God isn't very welcome.

And everyone wonders why we have problems. Pain. Bad Results.

Another young man was killed driving drunk early this morning. More than once a year, it seems, my community loses one or more young people to alcohol. Instantly, the boy's soul was in eternity. No more chances. Another mother and father lost their little child. Pain.

Jesus, You bore our death because You love us. Bring Your life, please, to someone in my town. Let nothing be in vain. Let not death's pain be for naught.

And thank You, thank You, thank You, that for Your Body, for the Church, for ME, Death has lost it's sting.

John 3:16
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son. That whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life.