When a child dies, the first place that parents, siblings, aunts and uncles often look for comfort is the church.
The church – the Body of Christ – will know how to help us. The church will know how badly we hurt – they’ve helped hundreds of families bury their children.
The church will be our safe refuge from this blinding storm of grief that has stolen our peace, our sleep, our appetites and our ability to think more than five minutes into the future.
The church – where people embody the love of the Man who wept at the death of his dear friend – will weep with us.
When our son died, it was difficult to get out of bed, much less to get up, get dressed and go face hundreds of people on a Sunday morning. But we did go, because we follow Jesus, and going to…
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