Someone once said, “When someone dies, a library is burned.” I’ve stood beholding the ashes of way too many libraries. I need to study the contents of the remaining centers of higher learning in my life before they too succumb to this tragic end. They have so much to offer, though it’s for such a brief period of time.
“A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.”
But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope.
Learn from them while they live, and they will still be with you after they are gone.
Give it some thought.
Gary