I found out Monday that another friend has been taken from us too early by cancer. This enemy is far too successful in my opinion. As we grow older, it seems that more and more of our friends, family and acquaintances fall victim to this terrible disease. I am reminded of a scripture from John that our pastor used for his sermons in the last couple of weeks. John 9:1-4 (NIV) says this: As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”
“Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work.”
When someone we love passes away at a young age, and believe me, young gets more relative as I get older, we sometimes ask why this could happen. There is never a good answer to that question. Only God knows and his ways are not our ways. But I do love the response that Jesus gives in the passage above, this happened so that the works of God might be displayed. Always try to remember that everything happens for a reason. The reason may not be one we understand or agree with or even know for some time, but there is a reason.
This is the second year in a row that my heart has been broken by the death of a friend. I guess this letter is my way of venting. We all go through difficult times. But remember that more than likely, someone close to you is going through or survived something even more difficult. Pray for those individuals and families who are currently being impacted by cancer or have already been affected by it. Call and check on those who have lost family. Not just in the weeks that follow, but in the months that follow as well. If you have a thought to contact someone, do it right then. Postponing that contact may result in sadness because we often do not get a second chance. And most importantly, hug and kiss those loved ones you can, as often as you can. We are all but one breath away from eternity. Night is coming.
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Todd A. Simmons