I went to a funeral today for a
who died in a car accident.
Alex lost his way driving at night, trying
to follow a friend on a
dark rural road. He missed a
curve, his car rolled, and he was tossed. He survived
just long enough to donate
his organs.
Apparently,
Alex had experienced doubts about his
faith, but more recently had seemed
to be finding his way
as a Christian. The priest made a lot out of
this in his sermon. He said,
the apostle Alex most
reminded him of was Doubting Thomas.
He said, because Alex
had started to see his way,
we can hope that, like Thomas, he's with Jesus
now, and not in hell.
But I
thought that the picture of
Alex on the program, and what little I
know about his life growing
up, put all that mumbo-
jumbo to shame. Alex has eternal life
because he was himself.
Alex is good. He's complete.
