I just found this painting I did 3 months after my Dad died.
Death’s no friend whatever mask it wears. It breaks our fragile worlds apart and in the hearts of each of us plants grief and fear.
(a poem by Bruce Smith.)
I recently preached from John 11 where Jesus raises Lazarus from the dead. The chapter talked a lot about the emotions associated with death.
According to the Bible death is not good,
we should groan about it,
but we have hope because Jesus has defeated it.
