We lost our Uncle Gale this morning.
He was the husband of Aunt Carol, about whom I wrote last month, and he lived a life marked by grace, touched by the power of the love of God. The cancer proved to be too strong, and my only sadness is that I didn’t get to see him over Christmas, when I had to stay back home in Moscow because of my shingles.
But as sure as I’m typing on a Dell laptop, as certain as my little dog is on the couch next to me, I’m confident that — and comforted in knowing — that Gale is in the eternally strong arms of Jesus Christ.
We’ll all see him again. I suspect that in days to come that’ll bring me more comfort than it does now, when it’s raw. I would appreciate your prayers for his wife, daughters, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, as well as for the dozens and dozens of people whose lives he touched for the Lord Jesus.