Meanwhile, Half Way Around The World

We have lots of Thanksgiving memories. Most are good memories revolving around family and friends but there is that occasional bad one. Like the time the carbon monoxide detector went off just before dinner and I insisted on going out for a new one – immediately. This year we made a new memory when we received a call from a friend in India. She had celebrated at our home the last two years and was thinking of us.

We think of her a lot these days as she takes the light into the darkness. Here’s a portion of a letter she sent the next day, “It was nice to talk to you…I miss you all so much…Today, a 9 year old boy died. He was a new neighbor that moved into a house near my team leader's house. He had a fever for a day and by midnight, he died. He was the family's only son. He had never heard about Jesus from us. It’s a humbling time, a fragile reminder to be bold because I might not have tomorrow.”

What’s in it for us? Just a gentle reminder that while we feasted on turkey, watched the Cowboys game, and prepared our shopping lists for Friday a little boy on the other side of the world slipped into the next life without having feasted on the Bread of Life.