Sunday, April 8, 2012
We did an "autopsy"...
"Are you out of your mind?!?! Why and where on earth would we keep dead chicks?", yelled my squeamish inner voice.
"How about we bury them in our backyard?", said my calm outer voice.
"Now they can go to heaven", she blurted as she skipped happily over to her swing. Death has no hold on a child who believes in the reality of heaven.
And she named them - Sunny and Grace.
When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory."
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
1 Corinthians 15:54-55