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My sister Carolyn died in 1957, just a few days before Christmas. The day of the funeral has been completely erased from my memory, but I do have vivid memories of supper that evening. A simple meal and a wordless grief that made eating nearly impossible. After supper we fled the house, but we could not escape our grief. It filled the car as we drove through the December night looking at Christmas lights. It was my grief-stricken father’s way of reminding us that what happened that first Christmas changed everything—even Carolyn’s death. Now we had a new hope. The hope of being reunited with Carolyn in heaven where:
“…there’ll be no more death or mourning or crying or pain for the old order of things has passed away.”
— Revelation 21:4
Heavenly Father, we refuse to grieve as others who have no hope because you are with us! In Your holy name we pray. Amen.