“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”
This weekend two people I call friends were married. This weekend one person I called friend passed away. It was the best of times and it was the worst of times.
While driving to Ocean City, MD this weekend to officiate the wedding of two couples that I have had the pleasure of being called their pastor and their friend, I received a text message that a friend of mine had passed away.
Call it peculiar, but when I heard that call I was truly grief stricken. To be honest, I have never had anyone that I personally knew pass away. I have been to funerals, and I have even officiated the services of funerals, but this was the first time I had a real personal relationship with someone who passed away.
At the same time, I was elated with the expectation and honor to marry two people who I have walked life with as an associate pastor in Orlando. I remember when they both came to Christ and now I was going to see “them” become “One.”
Now I sit in the Philidelphia airport.
It’s time to go home.
Then time to kiss my children and hold them in my arms.
Time to realize that that:
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven…” (Ecclesiastes 3)