Terri

I just saw the post at The Banty Rooster about Terry Schiavo. I knew, short of a miracle of intervention, she was going to die soon. But it still horrifies me down to the pit of my stomach: America just became a place where a person can be legally starved to death. When I think how hungry I get skipping one single meal, I can't even imagine going 13 days without food.

The last couple weeks, as I've been praying about this situation, this verse came to mind over and over: "I am the resurrection and the life." Death seems to loom dark just now - this decision didn't just affect Terri, but all of us. But it's hit home like never before how Christ is my only hope in life and death; that if I have been crucified with Christ, I will be raised with him. Suddenly the resurrection seems powerfully real.