I went to a funeral this week. Some people cried and others nodded their heads. Here was a man who lived well for God and died well at 93. Here was a man whose life was marked by Christ. The world loves professionals, expertise, style, and image. But there was a man whose strength was found in weakness and who embraced his brokeness as he celebrated his life in Christ. Funerals have a way of haunting us as we live each day closer than the next to the grave. Here is the question that haunts me: "If I spend most of my time trying to please others and avoiding loss, how will I ever gain the way of Christ?"
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