Jesus came upon the funeral procession of a widow's only son,
and his heart went out to the grieving mother. Once in Korea's
hill country I came upon such a funeral, and I wished Jesus was
with me to repeat his miracle.
Still. the death of the young cannot be always and every-ware
postponed. We can do no more than accept it as an essential
part of God's plan for us.
This week I have been reading the bitter Vietnam years of
John Kerry. The deaths surrounding him there were not mere
statistics. No, he knew the names and stories of every boy
cruelly done in when he was just a kid, following orders,
searching out gun runners
in the Mekong delta.
Rather than missing out on our losses, we should treasure the
memories of our short-lived friends