Today is one of those days when tears of sorrow cover a pastor’s soul.
Back in November I mentioned how some members at IDC – and close family friends – found out their third child, a thirteen-week-old infant, had anencephaly. It’s a serious birth defect that meant the baby, if it made it to term, would not survive many hours out of the womb.
Yesterday they found out little Eli didn’t even make it to term. He died in the womb at twenty-four weeks.
And so this Wednesday is one of weeping for our church body.
Yet we do not weep from fear. We weep with faith, for death will be no more.
Then shall come to pass the saying that is written:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.”
“O death, where is your victory?
O death, where is your sting?”