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My heartfelt thanks to all of you who leave such thoughtful and beautiful tokens at my loved ones' memorials ~ there are no words that can express how much your kindness means to our family. I know that each one of us is a cherished child of God, and should never be forgotten.|
The True Meaning of Easter...
The sun rises up over the vast cityscape of Jerusalem, lighting the white limestone walls of the old city and creeping over buildings. Just north of the walls, a garden sits undisturbed.
Shortly, a throng of tourists will arrive and take their spots on the benches overlooking the garden. Some will descend the steps to the lowest point in the garden, quietly duck through a door carved in stone, and stare reverently into a hollowed portion of the rock where a body was laid to rest about two thousand years ago. As they leave, they will notice a sign on the door: "He is not here, for He is risen."
The tourists don't come to the Garden Tomb because this is where they hope Jesus was buried; they come because they hope this is where Jesus did what had never been done beforeHe lived again.
God sent Jesus to earth to teach us a better way to live. Though His ministry lasted only three years, His teachings have influenced billions for nearly two millennia. But the greatest gift Jesus gave to us was His life. He paid the price for our sins, died on the cross, and rose from the deadproviding a way for each one of us to return and live with God someday.~ Anon.
Close Faraway Soul
(A poem about loved ones living in this life and those who
have passed on to a higher state but are still close to us.)
Close faraway soul feel my presence
For I am with you like the unseen airs,
And like the unseen loves you might sense
Whose being was truth for you in their cares.
Friend, in your hushed thoughts so infinite
Pondering still in first-born dimensions:
Future's void liked loved ones in spirit --
Ahead, though, they can return, as we yearn.
Moments passing their thoughts are with us
As ours are of all that's past -- all we'd loved;
Tomorrows few can glimpse, though we trust,
O but yesterdays we were change and lived!
~ Timothy John Purnell
~ In Loving Memory of Our Friend ~
༺✿༻ Timothy Purnell ༺✿༻
April 2, 1952 ~ February 19, 2014
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Please remember our precious little friend Alex🌹
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