Someone asked, "Are you on your way to another funeral?" My answer was, "No, I am on my way to a resurrection." Tonight, after having preached my sister's funeral, two church members funerals and visiting a friend whose brother had passed away, I had a little quiet time in my home office. As I often do, I reach for an old book I've found that some books written long ago can speak to my heart. This time, it was a book published in 1946. This passage from J.B. Chapman touched my heart, hope it does yours too. Victor Hugo exclaimed, "The frosts of seventy winters are on my head, but the springtime of eternal youth is in my heart." "Sometimes we look at the gray hair of a ripening saint, and say, "Old man, the frosts of many winters are on your head." But he answers, "That is not frost. I am getting ready to wear the crown of life, and my hair is taking on tint agreeable to the color scheme." We say, "Ol...
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