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“In one sense there is no death.  The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond his/her departure.  You will always feel that life touching yours, that voice speaking to you, that spirit looking out of other eyes, talking to you in the familiar things they touched, worked with, loved as familiar friends.  They live on in your life and in the lives of all others that knew them.”

                                                           Angelo Datri

Our world has lost a Nobel Prize winner who singularly deserved that distinct honor and recognition.  Elie Wiesel passed from his tormented life’s journey on July 2, 2016.  A survivor of Auschwitz and the Holocaust, his writings contrasted forces of evil with Judeo-Christian love and forgiveness.  Taken prisoner by the Nazis at the age of 16, he witnessed the death of his parents and described the horrors, searing the consciousness of all the world:


“Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed,” Mr. Wiesel wrote. “Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God himself. Never.” Ely Wiesel in his book Night.


Recently the Holy Spirit challenged me to ponder the meaning of Jesus’ words to his disciples in Matthew 25:35-40 when he admonished them to care for “the least of these”.  Jesus, with a heart that was as wide as the universe, saw us all as needy for love and healing of body and spirit.  Pondering deeply, I came to the realization that I, too, was very much one among the “least of these”.   Friends, wrote Augustine, come into our lives by a kind of divine lottery. As C.S. Lewis put it:  “For the Christian, there are, strictly speaking, no chances.  Christ, who said to the disciples, “Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you” can truly say to every group of Christian friends, You have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another! The friendship is not a reward for our discrimination and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each the beauty of all the others.”  If you find yourself wrapped in caring deeply for a band of ragamuffins, give thanks for being one with them.

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“The older you get, the more it takes to fill your heart with wonder...Only God is big enough to take away the inner ache of loneliness...Worship takes away loneliness because it binds the fragmented areas of your life fusing all of it with meaning...You and I know why we are here; we are created for His glory.......Worship builds gratitude with appreciation love for His dignity on your loneliness.”  Ravi Zacharias in a sermon, The Inner Ache of Loneliness

The reality of our world is so complex, so intertwined with order and purpose, so obviously full of observable cause and effect relationships that supernatural power was required to create it in the first place and to keep it from falling apart over time.  Today, we would recognize such observation as a key part of the scientific method!  All thy works shall praise thee, O Lord: and thy saints shall bless thee” (Psalm145:10).  Dr. Henry M. Morris III, from his book Unlocking the Mysteries of Genesis.

Wildflowers at Oakwood Cemetery

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