RAINING TEARS!

Just a little note of some of God's faithful servants. When we had visitation for our mother, it was so-oooo foggy outside that you could literally not see in front of your face. I would not have blamed anyone from not coming to the visitation that evening. Our pastor that lived 35 miles away came up in the extreme fog to comfort us. Afterwards, he was going to visit someone in the hospital 35 miles in another direction to minister to someone in need and then back to his home which would have been 35 miles yet. When I hear stories of pastors that shirk their duties, and think back on our pastor and how dedicated a man he was I am so grateful. My mother's pastor performed the funeral, so our pastor would not have needed to come, other than his devout dedication to his calling as a minister of the Gospel. He truly was one in a million. Perhaps on later stories I will tell, you will again hear of his devout dedication.

On the day of my mother's funeral it was raining and the snow was melting off of the ground. The rain made me think that the whole world was crying of a loss of a dear saint.

In memory of my mother I will type the song "The Old Rugged Cross". It tells it all--

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I loved that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it some day for a crown.

Oh, that old rugged cross so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above,
To bear it to dark Calvary.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it some day for a crown.

In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see;
For twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it some day for a crown.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.

So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross
and exchange it some day for a crown.

Thought for today--We value the light more fully after we've come through the darkness.