Death: Have you seen my latest work, Charles?
Charles: Watching you work is not my great interest.
Death: I thought you like me. You think about me enough.
Charles: True, but....
Death: And you know I am necessary to the world.
Charles: But....
Death: And we will meet face to face one day.
Charles: Of course, but....
Death: I plan to be quick and gentle with you.
Charles: That I would appreciate. What I don't appreciate is the pain and loss some of my friends must endure, and the pain of families left behind.
Death: I'm not promising quick and gentle, of course.
Charles: Don't tell me....
Death: What's bothering you?
Charles: Charles and Jack and Bryce and Connor...the recent ones...it's painful for us.
Death: You know they served well.
Charles: True, but....
Death: I take no one lightly; my work is serious. There must be a season of harvest.
Charles: I worked in harvest - the grain is cut, and dies.
Death: But it feeds life.
Charles: True, but....
Death: You've read Paul. "Unless it dies, it cannot rise."
Charles: Thanks for reminding me of hope. It still hurts.
Death: I know.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
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