Spiritual Coaching… To Write or
not to write, that is the question. There is sadness in our home right now. Our daughter and son-in-law are struggling with grief. Our son-in-law’s mother, a relatively young sixty-two year old lady, is dying of cancer. She is in the last stages of the disease and “on hospice care” as the phrase goes. She lives nearby – just up the road and our house has become our kid’s refuge as they wait for the inevitable. She and her husband are people of faith and are facing this moment with love and courage. All this disrupts schedules and plans. Death does not wait for our little itinerarys. Please forgive me if my writing has been sporadic for the last few days or for the next few. It is my outlet but it must wait while I care for those close to me.
1 Corinthians 15
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: “Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”