Greg

Three years ago today, our friend Greg took his life. He was the husband of my dear friend Jen, but a good friend of ours in his own right. Even now, I find it hard to believe that he's gone. He had turned 31 mere days before his death.

At his funeral, the minister's sermon reflected on the exact same passage I'd read at my beloved Aunt Floriana's funeral 3 months earlier. And wouldn't you know it -- it was in my 'read the whole bible in a year' project - it was today's New Testament Passage as well. I am not sure I'll ever read Romans 8 without crying about loved ones dying too soon, but it contains such a message of hope:

"What will separate us from the love of Christ? Will anguish, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or the sword? As it is written: “For your sake we are being slain all the day; we are looked upon as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we conquer overwhelmingly through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8, 35-39.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and may light perpetual shine upon him. May he rest in peace.