A little over a month ago my friend Kim's father died. He was far too young to have gone home so soon and all who knew him are mourning their loss. But especially missing him have to be his grandchildren - grandchildren who were always excited to see him, who were beloved by him and who don't yet understand why death has a brief hold on us.
Last week Cameron, who is 6, got very excited about something he saw and told his mother, "I can't wait to get home and call Grandma and Papa to tell them about this!" You could see the remembering in his eyes when it dawned on him that Papa was no longer here to get that call. But with the wisdom that God gives to children he quickly asked, "Mama, what's God's phone number?" Kim lauged and explained that, unfortunately, she didn't know God's phone number. Well, that's a problem easily solved (according to Cameron)...."Mama when we get home let's just get the Bible out and look up God's phone number!"
When Cameron finds that phone number I hope he shares it with us all. I have a few folks I'd like to call.