I laid down on my nephew's sleeping bag with him last night to visit before leaving them to sleep.He was trying to tell me about an event, and referenced the timing of it by mentioning an event in the life of a woman we both know.
"What is the thing when we worship when someone dies?" he asked with his five-year-old pronunciation. "Um... a funeral?" I said. "Yes. A funeral." I like that. Yes, a funeral. Where we worship the One who is Resurrection and Life even in the face of death.