Some months ago, I posted some thoughts on Christian funerals. In that I said

I can't help but to think how the purpose and love of Christ would be source of comfort and how the Holy Spirit, if we let it work through us, would be a source of peace for people.

Well, on the 5th of December 2008, my father died suddenly. My father and I were very close. As I've grown up (a process that;s still going on) I've come to respect and understand my father more every single day. His loss has hit me in ways that I never expected. While he's always close to the top of my thoughts, I find that it's little things that get to me the most. Like when the kids received their school reports or I got my university results.

However, at some of those low moments I get great strength and reassurance in prayer. My dad was a Christian and I know that his belief in the risen Lord Jesus Christ means that he has gone to heaven and that I'll see him again when I die.

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