I'm writing from So Cal. After a brave battle with cancer, my wife's aunt passed away Saturday. A number of family members and friends were invited to speak before the standing-room-only crowd at this morning's funeral. I've never heard more inspiring tributes. Jan touched people deeply and, as I listened to their stories, I found myself wanting to be more like her. She cared about people and they knew it.
Jan's pastor described her spiritual journey. She began attending church about a year ago. One day, sometime after she learned that she had cancer, she told her pastor that she wanted to become a Christian. But she wanted to clear one thing up. She wasn't trying to twist God's arm. She had no thought that God would heal her because she had made this decision. She simply wanted to know God. She wanted a relationship with Him. That was it.
So today we said goodbye to Jan. But not goodbye. Just goodbye for now. I had the honor of speaking this afternoon at the interment. No doubt there's more that we don't know about heaven than there is that we do know. But two things we know for sure, I said. Jesus is there. And Jan is there.