Leaving It All On The Track
I am very much alive, but today I went to a funeral. of a man I didn't really know. just his first name and that he sat in a pew on the other side of the church. we've only attended this church for a few months, so i don't know anyone particularly well. he was at church last time i was there and today i watched as his casket was placed in its grave. and the mourners sat in silence. but there was no crying. very few tears. was it because this man wasn't loved? unlovable? no. it was just the opposite. every story i heard about him every tale shared spoke of a happy life. a content man. never raised his voice in anger, never worried about things, even when he knew he faced death was a good employer who hired men no one else would take to give them a new start in life loved his wife and spent time with her loved Jesus who forgave his sins and told people so raised money to improve the church building took immaculate care of th...