According to Plan
Morning Folks, Maybe it’s our encroaching age, but it seems that more and more of our friends are beginning to leave us, some with a chance to say goodbye and some not, all on their way to “graduation” and their heavenly reward. This week was no exception. A dear friend, one whose love and kindness got us through our “seminary/first pastorate/new baby” days passed on. It hit me hard because we had no idea it was coming so soon, her being just a few years older than me. We sometimes fall victim to a common sense but theologically weak assumption that, based on all the good she did, she of all people should have enjoyed a ripe old age surrounded by friends and family. But in the words of a Catholic nun friend of mine as we sat around language school in Tokyo so many years ago and I was verbally worrying about the earthquakes that seemed to be a weekly event. She said rather angelically, “Let us not forget we’re all in His hands”. Oh ye...