You must do the things you think you cannot do.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Thursday, December 27, 2007

My Uncle Gary

My dad's brother, my uncle Gary, died of bone cancer on Christmas eve. We were out of town and I didn't find out until we returned yesterday.

My cousin gives some details on his blog.

I don't know that side of the family very well. They always lived on the west coast and us in Texas and then on the east coast. Growing up, I always thought of them as cool. I grew up in a tiny town in the middle of Texas. Not very exciting...

He and my aunt went to Central America for a summer to learn Spanish and work with missionaries. One of my cousins lives in Japan. How cool is that? One is a police officer. Again, pretty cool. One is a surfer and pastor.

I really wish I had known him better. My kids love Bill's brother and sisters. They ask me at least once a week when we're going to visit my brother at the beach (he's in Guam now so that's a bit tricky).

But I am glad to know Uncle Gary is now of of pain. And now he's has just enjoyed 2 glorious days in heaven with an eternity of days to come. Now that is not only cool, it's awesome, really awesome.

Cheque Book of the Bank of Faith, Charles Surgeon
Your sorrow shall be turned into joy - John 16:20

Their particular sorrow was the death and absence of their LORD, and it was turned into joy when He rose from the dead and showed Himself in their midst. All the sorrows of saints shall be thus transmuted, even the worst of them, which look as if they must forever remain fountains of bitterness. Then the more sorrow, the more joy.

If we have loads of sorrow, then the LORD's power will turn them into tons of joy. Then the bitterer the trouble the sweeter the pleasure: the swinging of the pendulum far to the left will cause it to go all the farther to the right. The remembrance of the grief shall heighten the flavor of the delight: we shall set the one in contrast with the other, and the brilliance of the diamond shall be the more clearly seen because of the black foil behind it.

Come, my heart, cheer up! In a little while I shall be as glad as I am now gloomy. Jesus tells me that by a heavenly alchemy my sorrow shall be turned into joy. I do not see how it is to be, but I believe it, and I begin to sing by way of anticipation. This depression of spirit is not for long; I shall soon be up among the happy ones who praise the LORD day and night, and there I shall sing of the mercy which delivered me out of great afflictions.

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