Our church family cleaned and repaired a house for a disabled man in our church to move into over the weekend. He was moved into his new place on Monday. He was found dead on Wednesday. Was he prepared? I don't know. I mean, I'm sure he was a Christian, but did he know his day of death was upon him? I don't know. But I know it was a reminder to hug my family tighter and make sure that when my time comes, all I have to do is die.
I appreciate Ray's theology on death and dying. He writes here on what would have been his father's seventy-sixth birthday about dying.
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