Almost two weeks ago, I received a call from a dear friend and pastor who lives in a rural area. His father died suddenly the previous night of a heart attack. Our friend lives with his parents in a very humble home in the mountains. He told me that his dad went to bed fine, and when he went to say good night and read the scripture with his parents, his dad started to show signs of distress. Within five minutes, he was gone. No time to take him to any hospital. Jim and I canceled an evening appointment and went to the burial service that same day. To our surprise there was a multitude already there. I have never in my life witnessed such wailing as was there after the memorial service. Our friend was deeply saddened, but also joyful that he will see his father again one day - his dad gave his heart to the Lord about one month ago. Life is precious, every moment is a gift, and I pray that we all live each day as though it were our last.

~Ryan