A few minutes ago I returned from celebrating the life of an old friend.
In an age that looks for glib answers to deep questions, she was a mystery.In a day that has come to expect quick solutions to complex problems she defied all human resource and technology.
Margaret was bed-ridden for almost 30 years; most of her transmitting faculty had been knocked out by an invasive tumor, excised from the base of her skull.
She was, especially in later years, unable to communicate and yet, she did speak. Her life was a sermon more eloquent than words; a poem of the rarest stanzas and meter; a song with sublime tune and lyrics for any who wished to listen.
Margaret from her earliest years trusted in Christ and to the latest days of her life, with what little function there was left, still found grace to praise Him. When that was gone she simply raised a finger to Heaven.
That said it all.
Margaret's trillions of atoms have now been re-arranged into a new and eternal form and she is forever with her beloved Lord.
For those of us who are left, think about a single, emaciated finger pointing to a way we can all follow through the same Christ and the same cross.
Jubilate.
Ian
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