Within about the same half hour tonight, moving back and forth from one thing to another:
Final preparation for Sunday morning preaching: one last read-through of sermon and a new layer of sparkly nail polish (because that's what the old layer is);
Reading through the humorous comments on RevGals as other preachers pull things together for tomorrow;
Reading through comments in a place where four of us are discussing the last moments of our children's lives;
Wondering: This is it, really? This is my life? This is the frontier ? This blend of "Come and see" and those excruciating images? (It seems that it is.)
And pondering this, from Joe:
"How, finally, does our own experience of loss and separation prepare us to meet the Risen Lord?"