Driving home tonight, my wife in the passenger seat reclines the seat, grabs the pillow, and excusing herself from further conversation says,"You can listen to the radio or call someone to talk if you want." Without thinking the first thought slamming through my brain was,"I just want to talk to Lance."...and the sting of death is still there. And some days hurt worse than others. And I'm so thankful for an empty grave and the Easter Promise of a risen Christ.
"O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law; but thanks
be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
- 1 Corinthians 15:55-57
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