Glimpses of death: {one} flowers from a funeral, {two} a fresh coat of our new paint color "falling snow" blanketing our loft, {three} ice trespassing upon a budding tree.

Recently Zade and I attended the funeral of a distant family member. We didn't know him well, but every August since our wedding he and his wife sent us an incredibly precious anniversary card.

One by one his friends and family members approached the podium and gave tribute, speaking of his integrity... sacrificial love...loyal friendship...humor...

it was evident that he had spent his life in a passionate burst for Christ.

His life and death point toward eternity.

At the end of my days - near or far - I want that to be said of me.

Death to the Christian is the funeral of all his sorrows and evils, and the resurrection, of all his joys.

- James H Aughey