After a meeting, I had enough time to complete an errand before my next appointment, ironically to a clock shop. Upon completing my errand I received a phone call from my son, the news he conveyed was sad. The prior evening a young man we knew had been killed. Many years before my son had played baseball with and against the young man, throughout their youthful years. His father and I had coached with each other during several of those years. The memory of their friendliness and kindness had remained with me throughout the decades.
Our thoughts focused on why this young man had met his death. The sudden impact on his wife and children and upon his family members was evident. Over the next month I had the chance to meet with the father on a few occasions. The words of God were the only meaningful encouragement for a man in such sorrow. I continue to pray for the family.
For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. — Romans 6:23