I pastor a small church, and the only other employees who work any significant number of hours are the secretary and the custodian couple.
Early this morning our secretary of thirteen years, age 47, died of a heart attack. She and her husband have no children. Her nursing-home bound mother told me today that her husband died of cancer when their daughter was thirteen months old, and so for most of their lives it was just the two of them, until her son-in-law came into the picture.
I don't even have a breath of protest left in me. It just is.