Reunited

The father of one of our close high school friends died last week.  His funeral was in Columbus on Tuesday,  and Caroline and I attended.  I remember a time when I dreaded funerals - too much sadness, too much time and too much boredom.  I now look forward to funerals.  Seeing the sadness of the family hurts, but God always shows up -  sometimes quietly,  sometimes brashly, but always in His full majesty.  The hope that God gives to us of being reunited with those that have left this earth is one of the great things that He has done for me.  I want to celebrate that more.