I've been poking around a few of the church-friend blogs on my list. Apparently a very special man just died. I don't know how he died; I couldn't pick out his picture, but I probably stood in line to receive communion with him. I may have even shaken his hand on Sunday evening. Now he's gone though, and a woman I don't know but probably take communion with is left a widow. They're my family, and now he's gone.
Sometimes our God is scary.