From The Ashes
December 2nd, 2008No one deserves tragedy. Regardless of whether you’re a sinner or a saint, a prince or a pauper, tragic events never occur on the basis of merit.
Sunday, February 14, when I was 6 years old, we were sitting in worship when one of the ushers came forward and told my family we needed to step outside for a moment. He told my parents that our house was on fire. A neighbor had called the fire department and, knowing where we went to church, called the church. (Ah, the days before cell phones.) We returned home to find that the fire had mostly been extinguished, but one end of our house was a burned-out shell and much of the rest of the house suffered smoke damage.
Sunday, November 30, 20 years, 9 months, and 16I days later, as my parents were driving home to Virginia after visiting my wife Becky and me in Indiana for Thanksgiving, it happened again.
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In the interest of full and complete disclosure, this post is what some might call “shameless self promotion.” However I’d like to think that since I’m not promoting myself per se’ and rather the church I am a pastor of then it’s OK.
