Five years ago, Richard and I had the opportunity to visit the place that my grandfather's family was from . . . the small town of Barisciano, Italy. It was an awesome thing to walk along the same streets that my great-grandfather had ran along as a child. To be in the churches they had worshipped in, and meet our Italian cousins. It will be a trip that we will always remember, but probably will never get to relive. As of April 6, 2009, most of the historic building and many of the homes were destroyed in the earthquake.
We have many distant cousins who still live there, some of whom we were able to meet. I wrote them a letter and am hoping that somehow it will reach them. Please pray for them.
In this week that we remember the death of our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ. I am reminded that this life is full of pain, suffering, and sin. No matter how many vaccines we invent, no matter how many beauty and health techniques to master, no matter how great we make this life with all of our technilogical gadgets . . . it is but temporary. Our only lasting and eternal hope, comes from the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Amen!