Month: November 2014

Life

A Belated Thanksgiving

My pastor's father passed away this past Monday. He was 81 years old and I was told that he didn't really know who his family was for about the past year. "My prayer has just been, 'Lord, take him,'" my pastor remarked. He had grieved the loss of his father already, in some ways. I still can't understand why he was standing in front of me, with the countdown starting on the projection screen behind us, preparing for a worship service, pouring into me, despite all that he had to have poured out this week. I know that I couldn't have. I'm selfish. I would take all the time in the world to mourn what I needed to mourn, and…