Karis Amanda Winter
The pastor's sermon was one of the most profound and thoughtful I've ever heard. He began with the story of Jarius' daughter which he acknowledged might seem an inappropriate reminder that God had not spared the life of Karis, yet the passage and his words were perfect.
Then as the congregation sang the words of "Blessed be your Name":
You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, Blessed be your name.
to see Jerald and Monica's hands raised in the air, their strong faith was so obvious.
Travis Shillington, son of Jerald's cousin Lenita, wrote this beautiful poem that was printed in the service bulletin.
We did not know that you would go.
You left so suddenly.
We never dreamed that this was how
Your little life would be.
Jesus took you Home with Him.
We'll never understand.
This we know within our Hearts--
Your fingers clasp His Hand.
Today we saw the sunset glow--
The sky in purple hues.
We could not help but wonder if
A part was brushed by you.
Each stroke of pink and purple waves
Across the sunlit sky.
Was painted there by your sweet hand
As God knelt by your side.
Now though our Hearts are breaking still,
Each sky of purple hue--
We will not help but wonder if
The strokes are brushed by you.
Travis Shillington
6 February 2009
3 comments:
William, thanks for the report. It sounds like Jerald has the support of a strong church family. We continue to lift them up in prayer.
This was beautifully written William. Wish I could have been there.
So beautiful, inspiring and sad all at the same time. Thanks for sharing this.
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