Our church conducted two funeral services less than thirty-six hours apart. The first was for a sixty-six year old member who suffered from cancer. The second was for a forty-four year old guy, who was a “special person,” and who died from complications arising from a “depressed lung.”
Being reminded of one’s destination is very sobering indeed. Of course, it gives comfort to the Christian that the apparent destination–the coffin–is not the ulitmate destination.