8.16- Searching for Tracks Ron Rose
8.16- Searching for Tracks Ron Rose At the funeral service for a person named Robin, one of the preachers stood up and proclaimed in an old fashioned preacher voice, "We are not here because Robin died. Hear me! Did you hear me? We are here because she Lived--she LIVED." We were united in celebration of life, but that doesn't mean the grievers wanted to be there. I venture to say, not one wanted to be there, but they were. It was hot and muggy and midweek and the beleaguered mourners there gathered, united in grief. They wanted Robin back, they wanted to be somewhere else, they wanted the hole in their hearts filled, but the preacher called them to an adventure beyond their sadness, to a walk with God through the valley, to a relationship with the God who created life . . .The preacher pointed the people beyond themselves and the loss. It was good to be there. But, it reminded me of an old Aesop’s fable. "A frightened...