TGIF

Every night the ancient cat pulls herself up on to my bed with great difficulty.

It takes some time for her and the effort is painful.

She comes straight up the comforter to where my head lies on the pillow, nuzzles my hair, and purrs herself to sleep hugging me tightly.

She used to roam the neighborhood during the day but she senses now that she’s too old, too  slow, too deaf, to do so safely.

She stays in and stays close.

She knows the end is coming and she wants company when it arrives.

I’m preparing for it, getting ready for another goodbye.

The preparation won’t help much…I will grieve deeply.

I hate death.

Death is the inevitable end for us all, pets and people… the last word in this world is always goodbye.

Good Friday.

The day that Jesus died.

How can we possibly call that good?

We call it good because by His death, death itself was defeated.

Today, we lament the death of our Savior, and all He endured for us.

We lament the existence of death and all the pain it brings to us and those we love.

We stand in grief knowing the price that was paid for our redemption and the redemption of the whole creation.

We should lament it fully…we need to know it in its awful fullness if we are to know the real wonder of its defeat.

However, we know the end of the story.

He rose again.

Because He did,we will too.

I believe that.

I’ll miss this cat when she goes…I still miss my friend Chester every day.

I miss some people too…

I wish they’d never had to go.

Thank God for Jesus.

Good Friday…when the last words in this world were changed from “goodbye” to “see you later” .

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