Somewhere near to my heart...

A young child learns by touching that the empty shell of a person -- however beautiful -- is hard and cold.

At the same age, I did not yet know that, but I too played a running, skipping game one day at another cemetery.

How thankful, Jesus, I am to you for your words to Martha as she grieved her brother Lazarus' death and burial!

"Your brother shall rise again...

"I am the ressurrection and the life;

he who believes in Me shall live even if he dies,

and everyone who lives and believes in Me shall never die.

Do you believe this?"

(John 11:23-26)