...but we soldier on.
What else can we do?
As my oldest son said the other day, "This really hurts, but Ryan's not coming back."
True enough, and it reminds me of what King David said when the child he had with Bathsheba died.
We shall, however, join him when our time comes and we go the way of all flesh.
Until then I will always remember my little almond eyed boy...
...laughing and playing with his brothers.
And while there is great comfort knowing Ryan trusted Christ as his Savior when he was a little boy, there is still a very heavy sorrow blanketing all of life right now.
Of course I’m stricken by memories of my failures...those times he needed compassion more than discipline and mercy rather than judgment.
But even if I’m not, he’s past all that now.
As I told a friend, I know Ryan is happy and whole.
He wouldn’t trade his new life in heaven for his old, pain filled earthly existence.
But getting my heart to feel what my head knows is my current dilemma.
I'll spare you a descent into the maudlin sentimentality of a grieving father.
Suffice to say this one's going to hurt for a while.
These include mundane details, like replacing a defective GE dishwasher with a used one made by Bosch...
...such is the warp and woof of our quotidian existence, I suppose.
Having marched through Foyle's War, we then made our rounds with Dr. Finlay, the Scottish TV series based on characters created by A.J. Cronin...
It also features that great Scottish character actor Ian Bannen...
|(be sure to see him in Waking Ned Devine)|
...as Dr. Cameron...and who, as expected, steals every scene he's in.
Set in the post-war years in Tannochbrae, this is a lovely series that aired 4 years, from 1993 through 1996.
Unlike American TV, they felt no need to tie up every show with a neat little bow, choosing instead to leave the details as they often are in life...messy and uncertain at times.
The final episode, about their snowbound Hogmanay celebration, is a touching and fitting farewell to the series.
We're now investigating selected seasons of Poirot...
...the long running British series about Agatha Christie's quirky but brilliant detective.
In the visual delights department, every episode features an abundance of elegant 1930's art deco architecture and design. Love that era.
With good acting based on great writing and high production values you can't go wrong.
God Save The Queen, y'all.
On this Good Friday, as we prepare to celebrate Easter and the resurrection of Christ, I am especially thankful for God's promise of eternal life.
Previously, heaven was a distant dream, an ethereal theological truth based on the teachings of Jesus:
"In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
"And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also."
- John 14:2-3
Today heaven is no longer a philosophical abstraction; it's my joyful expectation.
Someone special lives there now, and I long to see him again.
later, mcm fans.
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