Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Thinking about: candy and balloons

“The world may never know.” This is the answer to “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop?” You remember the commercial: the kid walks up to the wise old owl and asks the question, to which the owl in his wisdom replies, “let’s find out . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . **crunch** [handing the stick back, proclaiming] . . . 3.”

How many sins must one commit to be a sinner? Does the world know? Is it “3”?

Think of it this way: “how many pins does it take to pop a balloon . . . ?”

For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles in one point, he has become guilty of all.” James 2:10

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