The world, as my grandson knew it, was irrevocably changed by a car accident that took the life of his best friend and his friend’s dad—who was also his coach. A drunk driver cut short the lives of four people in that car—two fathers and two sons.
Some of you have gotten calls like that—losing those you loved in an instant. Perhaps others of you had more time, but it was just as final.
As the Christmas tree lights twinkle softly and the line-up of toy snowmen on my fireplace mantel smile innocently, what can I say to a broken family?
Those who mourn rightly ask—why does God take such young people? We do not know.
But here’s another question: In whom can we lean when we grieve with such awful wrenching sorrow? God.
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Source: Christian Post