Emphasis Preaching Journal
No one had to tell...
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No one had to tell me about the finality of death. When I looked at the coffin of my twenty-three-year-old brother-in-law, I knew all there was to know about death's finality. That coffin held more than Everett's body. It held every broken dream and every unfulfilled longing of a young man cut down in his prime, a victim of a senseless traffic accident.
