Two celebrations on Palm Sunday

Our grandkids are joined by their Sunday School teacher moms in the palm-waving processional through the church sanctuary.

Ben

Matt

Anna

Holly and Max

Hilary and Adam

A few minutes later the defibrillator alarm sounded, alerting the church's trained responders and the local 911 medical emergency people to the plight of a dear 70 year-old godly man, Arnold, whose wife had died just a few weeks ago. Arnold was subbing for the regular teacher of the adult Sunday school class that I normally attend.

I had my very first conversation with Arnold just a couple of weeks ago. He immediately struck me as being very genuine, godly, and wise, and I told Nana that I was looking forward to knowing him better, but he died in church, early Palm Sunday afternoon

So I see Arnold's re-uniting with his wife in heaven as celebration #2.

Comments

Vivi said…

Thanks to you and Nana for working together to get pics of all of us - fun! Love the new header too.

Like we talked about today, Dad. Something about the way that Arnold died on Sunday actually seems "nice." He died at church, while teaching Sunday School, hopefully experienced very little discomfort - on to meet his Jesus and beloved wife.

March 30, 2010 at 5:06 PM

Hilary said…

I had no idea the man had died until reading your blog. Wow. That is quite the way to go.

Thanks for the nice Palm Sunday pictures.

April 3, 2010 at 9:56 PM

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