Death really was as dreadful as I’d discovered it to be. But there was more. Mysteriously and magnificently, God really was as good as he promised to be.
Death and Dying
‘On November 9, 1987, a light was born, and her light was Jesus Christ.’
I don’t know if I’ll see my dad again. All I know is I can trust my heavenly Father.
‘I was walking into church as an amputee with a wound only the Lord could see, let alone understand. I knew I must keep coming.’
The gospel provides far better resources than any man-made way of coping with the existential angst of death.