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...

- WANTED -

Dedicated Christians who are not for sale;
Who are honest, sound-true to the heart's core;
Who condemn wrong in friend or foe, in themselves as will as others;
Whose conscience are steady as the needle to the pole;
Who will stand for the right if the heavens totter and the earth reels;
Who can tell the truth and stand by it;
Who neither brag nor run;
Who neither flag nor flinch;
Who can have courage without whistling for it, and joy without shouting to bring it;
Who have the current of everlasting life running deep, still and strong -
Who know their message and tell it, know their duty and do it, know their place and fill it -
Who are not too lazy to work, nor too proud to be poor.
Who are willing to eat what they have earned, and use what they have paid for.

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