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Today is Michael's birthday. He is two. For your own safety, don't call or come by the house today. Kim isn't dealing well with this birthday. His first birthday was bad, but now that he is two...well, last night Kim was upset about losing our baby. I thought, where's he going? That was the wrong thing to say.

We took Michael to the dress rehearsal for the Easter Cantata. I thought he would be interested in the people and the music for a little while and then begin to run up on the stage and become part of the show. ("I don't remember a little boy at the crucifixion! Who's that?") But Michael sat very still and watched the whole thing. He called Pilate a "bad man." He was a little disturbed by the Via Dolarosa. He didn't like what they did to Jesus and was concerned when they carried him off after he died. He seemed to feel better about everything when Jesus appeared after the resurrection.

I can't help but wonder what he was thinking throughout the whole thing. As usual, he kept his thoughts mostly to himself. When we got home that night Kim got out his Bible and they read the Easter story again. I know Michael likes to hear stories about Jesus. Kim and I passionately hope and pray that his interest will turn into saving faith one day.

Kim goes to the doctor next week for her first check-up since the miscarriage. She seems to be doing well physically, and we are praying that everything will be ready for us to try to have another child. So, our hope is that this Easter will be a new beginning for the two of us as we celebrate Michael's birthday and send him off to college next week.

Kim and I love all of you and we wish you and your family a very blessed and renewing Resurrection Day. May the Lord fill us all with His living presence.

Comments

c2bar said…
Dear Darth,

First, I feel as Kim does - there are no birthday's that exist that are helpful -- Josh is 28! "nough said...

B. I am putting together my exit strategy from Greenbrier and putting my resume together. I have some who have agreed to endorse me as a candidate where ever I my go. I am praying for a 3-6 month leaving time (Not sure what the Lord has planned, but I am planning on 3-6).

III. I can't imagine what a load you now have -- however, if there is a "melencholy" man that can do the job, it is you (I truly believe you are the man). To impact ministry with sorrow is not outside the scope of many an influential pastor i.e. Charles Spurgeon, Dwight L. Moody, Billy Sunday,Charles Barnard and Charles Stanley to name a few....

You are, above all else, a man that God has chosen to lead. You are a man that God has filled with wisdom. You are a man that God has given much grace to. You are a man that God has annointed to speak for Him. You are a man that is a friend.





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