On Death
There was a memorial service for one of my former Regent friends: Maureen Morley. Maureen was beautiful in every sense of that word. Her husband Steve was a fantastic guy. I love them both. I had planned on going to the service. But a flurry of personal things prevented me from doing so, filling me with regret. Maureen was first diagnosed with breast cancer. It was treated. Later the cancer was discovered in her bones, which of course is terminal. It can be treated, but after awhile Maureen chose to forego treatment and to accept the inevitable. (Note - I am not entirely sure on all these details, please correct me and I will edit this). She was an amazing writer. Her blog is still live here . It does not note her passing. But you can read some of her writing there. It is interesting that I will be sharing on suffering tomorrow night. Particularly in the context of our buddy Job. I read Job twice to prepare for tomorrow. What stuck me this time was that Job held on to a worldview in wh...