There are few things harder than to preach the funeral of a convicted murder who committed suicide. Not just that he was a criminal but that he was a father of an eight year old boy I befriended. This young boy with his father in prison latched on to me at camp and I began to find myself filling some of the hole left by an absent dad. I saw the boy come to follow Jesus. He was so full of life despite his difficult circumstances.
You can read the rest of this third post out of a four part series on joy at The Neighborhood Cafe:
http://bibleconversation.wordpress.com/2011/08/01/surprised-by-joy-the-joyous-defeat/
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